Christmas

If this bullshit arouses
The goodness in men
with it's glittery, silvery twinkle
Then we must some day
just try it again
But without all the pretzels and twinkle.

We will just have to love
without taking, just giving.
and as free as a dove
we will soar
to the heart of the havens
to the house of the living.
And the moneyman will be no more