Red Punch / Green Punch
Nothing says ‘Christmas’ like
A party out at my great aunt’s
Out on the front lawn
Some things never change
A manger scene, wisemen and
A herd of sheep so fantastic
Hard colored plastic blinking in the yard
Red punch, green punch
Brach’s holiday mints and peanuts
The more things stay the same
You know…the more they stay the same
Red punch, green punch
A silver bowl of mints and some peanuts
The great aunts of the world you know
Will never change their game
“We do what we can…”
Figurines like memories
Ceramics pulled from the basement
Fire-glazed in 1963
Silent night music box, travel back in time
When Christmas always always shines
Red punch, green punch
Brach’s holiday mints and peanuts
The more things stay the same
You know…the more they stay the same
Red punch, green punch
A silver bowl of mints and some peanuts
The great aunts of the world you know
Will never change their game
“We do what we can…”
The poor years, the war years
The ‘50s and the ‘60s then I’m born years
May Christmas in the ‘70s
And the early ‘80s never fade
Red punch, green punch
I never thought that I could miss it so much
The more things change, you know, I think
Some things should stay the same
Red punch, green punch
A silver bowl of mints and some peanuts
The great aunts of the world may come and go
But may they never change their game