The fog rolls in from a distant sea
I can’t see two feet, two feet in
front of meSo I’ll stay inside, by the fireside
Staring into a Christmas tree ball
I see my own reflection like a window
to the pastJust seeing that takes me back
Is it too cold outside
Will Santa survive the rideBecause I’ve been told, been told
This year
Rudolph’s on vacationTaken a much deserved leave
Rudolph’s on vacation
So can Santa find, can Santa find me
I should be looking at the extended
forecast
For a break in the cloudsBut the satellite feed seems to be depressing me
Hopefully nobody hears
Nobody hears as I wonder aloudAfter this I accidentally copy and pasted the wrong thing... d'oh I might have lost half the "lyrics" (can't find the original file). .
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