I raise you up Ebeneezer 
So you can be revealed in the light 
A hate-filled Scrooge weighing me down 
My burden, my pain, my plight 

We are officially adults. 
Immature still in our love, aged in our time. 
I gave you the ring in November. 
Come thou long expected Jesus would turn into 
Come thou long expected engagement. 

It’s only been a few hours 
and you come into my room too early 
I groan and secretly conceal my excitement 

A year just simply seems too long 
We miss the hope, the joy, the songs 
Cold and darkness we mustn't try 
Welcome to Christmas in July

I had a winter coat like George Castanza 
Green and plain it its glorious splendor 
The collar smelled like a leather shop store 
16 years old, with cologne all over my sweater 

We’re going to the country 
Jeanette, Isabella, bring your light 
O come, O Come Emmanuel 
on this our Silent Night 

Chords and wires, books and papers, 
Candles lit shining on pictures 
Empty coffee cups that tell the story of half consumption 

you build and create a palace 
where now you come and go 
on this your throne ashamed you sit 
because you do not know 

Please do not ask me what is to be seen beyond the tree. I stand watching. 

My son is awake
I never rest
I don’t know what is happening (or what I’m doing) 
So I follow him 
he leads me along the way 
up the hill 

O hay, what must I say? You make me sneeze. 
You draw me out of the house into the barn 
You reside in the loft awaiting my hands 

Another day is now done in the long series we run
toward the place of our destiny.
We are not so clever, we sever into a hope-filled journey.
An end. A beginning. Birth and Bury. 

roots and branches upon my skin 
drilled down to look like a tree 
artistically crafted painfully thin 
pictures of my life for me

Take a walk with me to see - to believe 
Arise and surmise the surprise 
Of what today will be, newness, seeds.

Now is the season of the bleak midwinter, 
darkness and frost smile at our rest. 
Candles dripping down more like splinters.