Christmas (Doesn’t Age Like Wine)

Christmas (Doesn't Age Like Wine)

(By Walter Beck)

I remember

Being a kid;

Christmas was the one day

That stretched on forever.

I would be up at 3:00,

Hanging with mom in the living room

Munching candy out of the stocking

Waiting impatiently

For dad and my brother to wake up;

I was on top of the world for one day a year,

I was the happiest kid on Earth.

At 24 on Christmas Day;

Slumped in a chair at my mother’s

With another cheap bribe in my hand

And a nose full of amyl

To keep my flesh from exploding.

I just wanted to go back home

So I could get fucked up again.