Something new, on the non-sensible of thoughts
I demand a change from the council of elders
I make my case to be heard, hear, hear, subject to abstract
The saying goes "mind you I made it up"
The saying goes, as goes the saying
In the school of thought "mind you I made it up"
The saying goes, that a drunk is never regretful
Of the drinking "why ever for"
It is the hungover he hates
And if the liver could be put out of harms way
You know, that is just a thought to be considered
More cheers in Munich a' breaking beer jugs in oktoberfest
This is about the Christmas tree, "a change I request"
Though I am inclined, contracted by prerogative
To confuse you the reader for a bit
As readers of digest, why should I serve you
With digested meals, like with a silver spoon
When you still have thoughts of denture to chew with
The Christmas tree, I protest and make a case
Should stay standing until the end of January
Hear, hear, honourable members of non elected
But with seats in each house, sat on sofa
Where the Christmas tree is to spend
These days of merry, in front of the fire place
You see, the Christmas tree is a tree of memory
A friend once said to me, I have decorations on my tree
Gifts I got from friends and family no longer here
My tree is a tree of memory recall
To celebrate joys of those I no longer see
A gift from my gran, a friend, my mother, a gift here from you
Why pack the Christmas tree off so quick
And box it off so fast, to hide
Away, away to the attic it goes "I demand a change here"
I protest for the tree of memory with dangles of gift
Hear, hear the Christmas tree, I call to stand, hear hear
Let me live with this memory a bit longer
PS: not to worry if it makes no sense
it was never meant to