Christmas time comes soon

And they’ll be home for christmas,

Those that can navigate their way

Across the Atlantic to my front door.

Old Fashioned everybody?

They all smile and nod

All of us wearing same toque

Without even meaning to.

Bulleit Bourbon everytime,

The extra 5% for anybody

Who can’t make it this year.

More than one bottle

To last us past three days,

Mixing it extra strong

To loosen words.

Got to get those gears spinning

Make up for lost time,

Catch up just in time

To say goodbye once more.

– Vagabond Prophet