It's a most paradoxical season
Of candy cane lane and seasonal depression
Some call it the winter blues
When the days are short and often cloudy
And the nights are frigid and black
People forget how to drive
And your socks are always wet
There's an aura of chaos and mayhem
At the local shopping mall
Santa Claus grumbling behind his beard, overworked
While people shop for things, stuff, and gizmos
Will he appreciate the stand mixer (50 percent off)?
Will she like the stainless steel bracelet?
Will they be happy to see a Barbie dreamhouse
Under the Walmart Christmas tree?
It's hard to think, with all that noise
That's part of the reason for winter blues
When my skin is dry and scaly
And my ears are constantly cold
My body always too chilled or too hot
Everyone sneezing around me
But, it's beautiful too
The snowflakes catching on my coat
As we ice skate under the stars
Time stopping still
'Cause the only cure for winter blues
Is a steaming cup of cocoa
And good company
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