it’s the busiest month of the year
some people are merry, while others are sad
and some people aren’t even here
through the slush and the snow there is cheer
out front on display, buried deep underneath
or maybe in front of the mirror
it’s the busiest month of the year
i can’t believe all the things that have happened
and somehow twelve new months draw near
we all ought to live without fear
but surprises can spring, and life happens fast
are you the headlights to my deer?
hi hfx 