An open letter to St. Nicholas

Whiskey and cookies on the mantle
the children asleep, they wait for St. Nick
While they wait we can drink
The tree is hung in tribute to you
364 days till 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 to the season, we toast 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, toast Christmas past
When their all gone, sitting down in peace,
wait one more year and I'll 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.