The Spirit of Christmas
When the snow's lyin' deep in the forest
and the critters have all gone to rest
'cept the ones that can't sleep 'cause they can't forget
that the winter stars are the best
Then the Spirit of Christmas comes lurkin'
like the wind through a crack in the door
and sets you to rememberin' friends
you don't see so much anymore
'Cause they've drifted on, and you've ridden along
and the winds 'o fate have been blowin'
and none of us knows, at the start, anyhow
all the places and ways we'll be goin'
So I'll raise a toast, braise a venison roast
and thinkin' they all should be here
do the best that I can and wish 'em all