A Global Warming Christmas--Lyrics

By Lauren Lane Powell

VERSE Itís the first week of December, but no chill is in the air. In fact, itís kind of balmy, and in Indiana rare. See the trees begin to bud, and folks are fine in knickers. Itís a global warming Christmas. Get the grill. Unpack the wicker.

CHORUS 1 The reindeer need rain gear. Santa needs a slicker. The ground is warmer than the air, The fog is getting thicker. The sleigh is sludging through the snow It canít go any quicker. Rudolphís brights and backup lights are nothing but a flicker.

VERSE Itís the middle of December, but no snow is on the ground. I thought I saw a robin, whose offspring has been found. He felt the sun upon his face. July was on his mind, On a global warming Christmas; the Texas, Florida kind.

CHORUS 2 The reindeer need rain gear. Santa needs a slicker. The ground is warmer than the air, The fog is getting thicker. The sleigh is sludging through the snow It canít go any quicker. This global warming Christmas canít be good for Santaís ticker.

VERSE Itís the last week of December, but itís seventy degrees. I think I can still get a tan amidst the birds and bees. I see the flowers poking up. Theyíre quite convinced itís spring. The silly birdies must have heard. Theyíre also partying.

CHORUS 1

CODA Global warming ChristmasÖ Global warming ChristmasÖ Global warming ChristmasÖ Itís a global warming ChristmasÖ A global warming ChristmasÖ Itís a global warming Christmas.

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