Xmas
Alex Doolittle
This space
Is getting small
And this year
Feels 10 feet tall
And my shoes
Are wearing in
And my blood
Is getting thin
My face
Is getting old
My feet
Are getting cold
But each day
Is just a day
And this Christmas
Is here to to stay
Our time
Is winding down
And it's spreading
From town to town
The dark
Weighs a ton
When you can't
See anyone
I hope
My chimney's missed
By this year's
Parting gift
And each day
Is just a day
But this Christmas
Is here to stay