I promise to show you what a toboggan can do.
Only one hill can make magic,
And only one face can peel eyelids.
Fantasy lands revealed themselves to me that day.
A corrupt signal from the previous one,
But a flourescent view from today.
Sled race down the broken mountain.
I'll wait for you to learn.
The pain-killing snowy laughter
My stomach might just churn.
Christmastime might be strange,
Knowing you're thinking of what you want to get me.
I don't know about your type enough to choose.
Let me have a minute to indulge my senses in your face.
Trinities of happiness fall out to show me light.
Drapes and walls painted right,
And floor lamps make the room look pretty.
Another falling star to indicate survival through this.
I'll make sure they say Mommy,
If you make sure they will call me Dad.