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The leaves on the trees are falling
Blossoms, once blooming
Have withered and died
The season is turning to Christmas
I'm longing to be by my
you

I want you for Christmas
You're a pet that money can't get
And nothing but you will do

I just wrote a letter
And if my wish come true
You can bet
you
I read the kids letters to Santa Claus I read 'em over one by 
One
And I surely like to get my hands on the fella that said 
Christmas shoppin's
read the kids letters to Santa Claus I read 'em over one by one
And I surely like to get my hands on the fella that said Christmas shoppin's fun
I got
The letter stopped in a minor key
A Christmas card that you drew for me
Done by the hand that I knew so well
Disguised the message that you could
There's Christmas in the air

The final letter that she read
Was from a younger man
It came with a journal
That was all written by hand

He had done
I can see the harbor lights 
Looks like the fourth of July 
Maybe Christmas night 
Reflected in water 

In my cell, behind this wall 
I share my time
can't even drink it
Well, maybe by Christmas they'll dig up the roads
Take whatever you can, girl
Leave the rest for the crows
Leave the rest for
Christmas 
No promise spoken 
Hearts don't have to get broken 
More than a four letter word 

If we're just pretending 
We can write a new ending 
If
Last Christmas I went up in niceville, for a little vacation,and ah, boy I love Shania Twain, boy I tell you what,she makes me hornier than a retard
By light of wine I am writing this letter just to let you know
I've finally completed the circle pissed out you name in the snow
I've put all you
Call It Puppy Love Curtis and Tisha in the tree 
K-I-S-S-I-N-G 
She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it 
Cause I be paying child
wish I was home tonight

Send me a naked picture
By the U.S. mail
Write a pornographic letter
You know I won't tell
Keep your legs closed tight
keep your
arms
Oh God I wish I was home tonight

Send me a naked picture by the U.S. mail
Write a pornographic letter, You know I won't tell
Keep Your legs
the decades fall
The letters that you wrote never made it home
Your birthdays flew past like June
With Christmas days in hotel rooms
And new years eve with
surprised at how when flickered through
The wings flew by spelled out my name

Six months went by the summer lost
Obsessively the letters dropped into my
smiled, surprised at how when flickered through
The wings flew by spelled out my name

Six months went by, the summer lost
Obsessively the letters
Clair Fontaine
Who are you?

I like the paper you make
We were introduced
By a lover of mine
And now she's gone
But I still have you
Clair
[Santa]
Ho, Ho, Ho
So many christmas letters
So many wishes
Lucy wants a squeezy doll
Jimmy wants a moon rocket
Oh, this list's rather long...

[Sum
gonna get hurt by the one you love most
You're gonna have to take some pain, accept the loss to live again
Forgive yourself as you'll be free,
there's
I spent Sunday afternoon just hanging around
Hanging by my nails two miles up and falling down
Checking out the weather
With my strung out
to goddamned Joe
For cleaning the bus, we cussed, caps were bust
On us, Joe should have adjust to the goddamn musk
We were the Christmas and Joe Damn was merry
and Christmas lights
Street signs and satellites
Even shouted your name through a cheap megaphone

'Cause you burn like something that burns
And you sing
But it was part of a letter set
I'd got her for Christmas ten years ago I'd bet
She used to just use the paper for her grocery list
(and it read)
love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss me
I never thought it could