christmas - not always cold and snow
but wont ever be without the nickels
try walking through orchard road singapore
where christmas is the prime draw of the year
walk through any street round the world this season
to feel how drenched you would feel
without the real fuel for life
snow can be of cotton, white rolled papers
mary and jesus cut out painted stereofoam
but xmas will never be without the jingles of the nickels
down and up, up and down the street
everywhere is the reindeer pulling at the sleds
and magnanimous rosy cheeked big belly father christmas
and his bags of presents ever so near, yet so far away
if you do not have the jingles of the nickels in your pockets
everywhere they talk about giving presents, receiving presents
but never will the season be without the nickels in the pockets
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