Waiting for her kiss

There were days that he vividly remembered
That song, the dance, it’s rhythm and scores
With his eyes closed he saw his girl swirling
Dancing graciously through their living room
And he thought, this is to me what real love is

She danced Pirouettes in her pink ballet dress
Tiptoeing as she was floating on dancing shoes
But forgotten that he had lost her years ago
He played the old Steinway in a nursing home
Still in love with her and waiting for her kiss

Angels we have heard on high

From up there in the house she wants us all to know
That long ago Jesus Christ was born
Her voice coming from her bedroom in the attic above
On this winter Christmas morn’

Joy to the world, peace on earth
Are the words she keeps on singing
I don’t care if she sings it all day long

The house would be so quiet if she wasn’t here today
Or if there was no joyful song to sing
But nothing in the entire world is pleasing me more
Then to hear her sing about our King

And I put the needle on the record
So she can hear the bells are ringing
In the rhythm of her Christmas song

Angels we have heard on high …

Papa bought himself a brand new hat

To show it off to other people with his Khaki Utility Travel Vest
It’s a Brown Noxon Cotton and he’s a regular real Jungle Cat
Proudly walking at the sunny promenade wearing Meindl Boots
The scene of the Friday night clubs, this is his natural Habitat
Zip-off Trousers, no he doesn’t leave anything to coincidence
Immaculately dressed he walks the street, there’s not a spat
Occasionally stopping for a window making sure that he is seen
He will attract attention, papa bought himself a brand new hat