(spoken) An open letter to Saint Nicholas...

Whiskey and cookies on the mantle

The children asleep wait for St. Nick

While they sleep we can drink

The tree is hung - tribute to you

And three hundred and sixty for days til I see you again

And a thousand more tears

And a thousand more tears

St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole

364 days spent all alone

Take off your boots, pour a drink

Try not to cry, try not to think

St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole

364 days spent all alone

Take off your boots, pour a drink

Try not to cry, try not to think

Try not to think...

And you drink your eggnog and I'll drink my wine

Toast the season, but just one more time

The morning is coming, the whiskey is empty

The gifts have arrived, St. Nick has come and gone

St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole

364 days spent all alone

Take off your boots, pour a drink

Try not to cry, try not to think

St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole

364 days spent all alone

Take off your boots, pour a drink

Try not to cry...

And it ends like it started, the hugs and the kisses

The bullshit flows, the bullshit flows

You raise your bottle, and I'll raise my flask

Toast Christmas future, and toast Christmas past

And when they're all gone, sit down in peace

Wait one more year

And pour just one more drink

St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole

364 days spent all alone

Take off your boots, pour a drink

Try not to cry, try not to think

St. Nicholas, St. Nicholas, at the North Pole

364 days spent all alone

Take off your boots, pour a drink

Try not to cry, try not to think

Try not to think...

St. Nicholas... All alone...