The night before Christmas, at the Ayers Hotel
the decor and music weave holiday spells
The guests all are laughin' with holiday cheer
a sure sign as any that Christmas is near!
There's a tree in the lobby, stockings over the fire,
there's a fat lady wearin' some santa attire
There's garlands and ribbons all matching the mood,
a party next door filled with wine and with food!
But the food's not for me, and the wine I can't drink;
I don't have a stocking, or bells that go clink.
I admire the tree and the presents below,
and I'd surely go sledding if C.A. got snow,
but I don't get presents to grab and unwrap...
A Californian Muslim in December's a sap.
the decor and music weave holiday spells
The guests all are laughin' with holiday cheer
a sure sign as any that Christmas is near!
There's a tree in the lobby, stockings over the fire,
there's a fat lady wearin' some santa attire
There's garlands and ribbons all matching the mood,
a party next door filled with wine and with food!
But the food's not for me, and the wine I can't drink;
I don't have a stocking, or bells that go clink.
I admire the tree and the presents below,
and I'd surely go sledding if C.A. got snow,
but I don't get presents to grab and unwrap...
A Californian Muslim in December's a sap.
now I'm depressed. *sigh*
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