Still getting personal for my original songs. But, as the title suggests, this is autobiographical-ish. I don’t dwell much on the past, and can barely remember what i was doing yesterday… So let’s celebrate having nothing much to say!
Why Can’t I Remember My Childhood Christmases?
From Dylan Thomas to Jean Shepherd Childhood memories roost on ol' Christmas! But these are obtuse caricatures Colored outside the lines with (a) warped paintbrush. [chorus] I can't remember Christmas at four-- Not what i got or what i even wore. There may have been a Fred Flinstone car... My memories are all uncalled for. The holidays are for the kids-sure! With their wish lists and Santa's doubled. It helps them rise up, though immature And keeps them out of Winter's troubles. [chorus] I can't remember Christmas at eight-- How did i sing or pray or cel'brate? Did i say thank you, or litigate? I'm sure i ate too many chocolates. So then they grow up out of Christmas: Those 'tweens who swear and sin without (a) blush. These young adults who bear no excuse For naughtiness learned from Church and Claus. [chorus] I can remember Christmas for my child, When he was docile or in denial. I always had one more gift for (the) pile; He won't recall, but it was worthwhile.
Oh, that got a bit touchy-feely. No regrets, but it did end up with a bit of a message. Shall we try some gospel or soul? No? I guess that’d be weird. Kid music?