One's brother overdosed. One's already on his second wife. One's just barely getting by but these people raised me and I can't wait to go home.
So just keep kissin' me under the mistletoe pour out the wine, let's toast and pray for December snow.
The fire is raging on and we'll all sing along to the song. Just having so much fun while we're here, can we all spare a thought for the ones who have gone? Merry Christmas, everyone.