I have been thinking about my many friends here who have sacrificed so much, just for showing the world who they are — their deepest, truest selves. Thinking about how hard the holidays are for them. And this came to me. It’s dark, and I apologize for that.
Cold Comfort
Oh, there’s turkey in the oven
and Wild Turkey in the flask!
And there’s gravy and there’s stuffin’
You don’t even have to ask!
Oh please join us, if you’re able
And we’ll open up a cask,
Oh there’s room around the table,
If you’ll only wear your mask.
For it’s Christmas and we’re jolly
Uncle Andrew brought the tree,
There are garlands and there’s holly,
Oh you really have to see!
Oh we’ll hail you and wassail you,
But dad gave us one small task:
For its on a cross we’ll nail you
If you ever drop your mask.
Oh please join us, if you’re able
And we’ll open up a cask,
We’ll make room around the table,
But you have to wear your mask.