Since it's Christmas, let's be glad Even if your life's been bad, There are presents to be had. - Sufjan Stevens

In the morning when you finally go And the nurse runs in with her head hung low, And the cardinal hits the window. In the morning in the winter shade, On the first of March, on the holiday, I thought I saw you breathing.

Did I make you cry On Christmas day? Did I let you down Like every other day? Did I make you cry On Christmas day? Did I let you down On Christmas day? . . . I stay awake at night After we have a fight I'm writing poems about you And they aren't very nice.

Oh, great intentions, Covenant with the imitation Have you no conscience? I think about it now Oh, God of Progress, Have you degraded or forgot us? Where have your laws gone?