Mary Christmas all alone,
Right next to the Christmas tree.
Standing in the cold with her Wise Man's gold,
In her red dress and a Gucci vest.
Standing all alone.
The Rockefeller crowd cannot seem to notice,
the lovely lady by the tree,
Her name is Mary Christmas.
Sparkling ornaments,
A gold affair.
Paired with silver,
& sequined wear.
Children walk along the streets,
Gazing at the rooftops.
They listen for the bells.
Mistletoe hangs over powdered boughs,
As Mary takes her holy vow--
to make Christmas merry now.
Heaven's snow that she does sow
and honest love that only grows,
Tied with hearts and sparkling bows,
Preparing us all for the winter show.
Dancers and crooners go their way.
Cheers of old, of gold and gay.
Children hold bows, dressing Christmas trees
As Mary walks from street to street,
& new snow falls and dusts her feet.
She carries on from road to road,
Feeling herself disappear.
But the lights are bright,
She won't fade tonight,
The First Noel is near.
Chestnuts roast with the champagne toasts,
As we rock around the tree,
Singing about snow and how we won't go home,
Because the weather outside is frightful
and the fire is too delightful.
The happiest of all
Sits alone, and in the cold.
We call to her, but she fails to stir.
Looking out the window.
Eyes locked past the glass
watching Santa go,
And all the broken hearts aglow;
They flurry through the snow.
We pray tonight won't be the last,
Although her tears are slow.
Christmas is here.
How could we not care?
Snowflakes fall from everywhere,
Like dancing magic in the air,
So strong we feel it in our hair,
The kind that brings the tears
When we reflect on the years
When Christmas meant love.
We cannot leave her in the cold.
She is true beauty. Look! Behold!
I pity the hard hearts in the city,
the ones too blind to see,
She is more than the Christmas tree.
