Testo Eggnog Lament

It's seven thirty, and the lights turn on

It's time to love and to time to bond

We've looked forward and the time has come

But Dad's not here, only mom.


Together, well not this time

It's not the same, we are far apart

Forever, not just this once

Maybe next year we will share this day.


It's three a.m. and there arose a clatter

but on this night it doesn't matter
The man that came, had no suit

Dad's now home, my dreams come true.