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The most wonderful time of year
When we sip our cocao and warm our backs at the fire
Laugh at the tiki torches that still stand tall and proud in our backyards
We watch carelessly as the snow piles up a foot above our ankles
Children wear flat-bottomed sneakers to slide down the ice that panels the streets
Everyone smiles as they pass around gifts to thier family
The wind cannot conquer us
The cold can only try
We are strong in our armies of fighters and safe in our snow forts
Our friends are snowmen and snowwomen and they are unfallable

The most dreadful time of year
When families fear debt and shiver in the cold winter air
Suicide rates skyrocket
Religion is scathingly brought into question and sneered at
Fights break out among families, races, ages, ect
Mothers and fathers try thier best to do what's right but only buy thier way into poverty
So many hard working people go cold and starve or even die in the snow
There is still war
There are still hungry children
Few try to support one another and we are weak for that
Our friends are few and we cling to those that say they are

Description
The most wonderful time of year
When we sip our cocao and warm our backs at the fire
Laugh at the tiki torches that still stand tall and proud in our backyards
We watch carelessly as the snow piles up a foot above our ankles
Children wear flat-bottomed sneakers to slide down the ice that panels the streets
Everyone smiles as they pass around gifts to thier family
The wind cannot conquer us
The cold can only try
We are strong in our armies of fighters and safe in our snow forts
Our friends are snowmen and snowwomen and they are unfallable

The most dreadful time of year
When families fear debt and shiver in the cold winter air
Suicide rates skyrocket
Religion is scathingly brought into question and sneered at
Fights break out among families, races, ages, ect
Mothers and fathers try thier best to do what's right but only buy thier way into poverty
So many hard working people go cold and starve or even die in the snow
There is still war
There are still hungry children
Few try to support one another and we are weak for that
Our friends are few and we cling to those that say they are