Blue Christmas1 min 317 1 min 317
Single malt in an old-fashioned decanter,
Stocking on the mantle anticipating Santa.
The ashtray’s heaped, dim is the light,
Jim Reeves is singing ‘Silent Night’.
Plum cake on a pewter plate, a tradition to keep,
In a manger does the Saviour silently sleep.
Red suspenders and a red Christmas bow,
The old man sat frostily, gazing at the door.
Withered leaves rustled, a stern wind blew,
As the old man whispered, ‘It's just me and you.
Cheers My Love, we are forgotten by all’.
He spoke to his wife framed on the wall.
Spurred by the whiskey the old man wept,
Then embracing her in his mind he calmly slept.