Christmas In The Sahara

Let snow fail to fall,
Let Ice fail to form,
Let Santa miss my call,
Christmas’ll stand alone.

Friday is black everywhere but here,
No smoking vents for saint Nicholas I swear.
Trust my guts,
He’ll make it to all but here.

Jingle Jingle,
Sounds the messiah never heard,
The sounds I hear from afar.

Gusty winds fill the air,
Camels strut as we ride through death dunes.
Memories of the magies fill my mind,
The mystical king,
His huge destiny,
What it was all about.

So if no tree is lit,
If no missilttoe hangs above me,
If no presents sit at my tree,
I still have the messiaha to celebrate.
I’ll be merry,
The constellations cheer me,
Family surrounds me,
Wouldn’t trade them for anything else.