Post by spacel0rd on Dec 4, 2013 15:41:51 GMT -5
OK…I did my BEST at writing a traditional-style, wholesome Christmas song. I just did it about five minutes ago, and I think it took all of 10 minutes to write. I have a melody in my head, but I can’t write music worth a shit…
But i made SURE not to go for edgy...unless Daddy having a flask is "edgy"?
A WARM FIRE IN WINTERFIELD
It’s a warm fire in Winterfield, with stars above our heads
A warm fire in Winterfield, where heat and coldness wed
A warm fire in Winterfield, makes everyone believe
That a warm fire in Winterfield brings magic on Christmas Eve
Wrapped in scarfs and wool jackets
We huddle around the fire
And every year the flames seem to
Reach out higher and higher
Mommy’s reading Christmas stories
Daddy has his flask
The cracks from logs act as music
On snow our shadows are cast
It’s a warm fire in Winterfield, with stars above our heads
A warm fire in Winterfield, where heat and coldness wed
A warm fire in Winterfield, makes everyone believe
That a warm fire in Winterfield brings magic on Christmas Eve
Daddy adds the last logs we have
To the fire’s base
Mom reads her last few pages
As a smile comes across her face
It’s almost time to go back inside
And lay in our comfy beds
Where we will sleep with one eye open
In hopes of seeing Santa’s sled
It’s a warm fire in Winterfield, with stars above our heads
A warm fire in Winterfield, where heat and coldness wed
A warm fire in Winterfield, makes everyone believe
That a warm fire in Winterfield brings magic on Christmas Eve
But i made SURE not to go for edgy...unless Daddy having a flask is "edgy"?
A WARM FIRE IN WINTERFIELD
It’s a warm fire in Winterfield, with stars above our heads
A warm fire in Winterfield, where heat and coldness wed
A warm fire in Winterfield, makes everyone believe
That a warm fire in Winterfield brings magic on Christmas Eve
Wrapped in scarfs and wool jackets
We huddle around the fire
And every year the flames seem to
Reach out higher and higher
Mommy’s reading Christmas stories
Daddy has his flask
The cracks from logs act as music
On snow our shadows are cast
It’s a warm fire in Winterfield, with stars above our heads
A warm fire in Winterfield, where heat and coldness wed
A warm fire in Winterfield, makes everyone believe
That a warm fire in Winterfield brings magic on Christmas Eve
Daddy adds the last logs we have
To the fire’s base
Mom reads her last few pages
As a smile comes across her face
It’s almost time to go back inside
And lay in our comfy beds
Where we will sleep with one eye open
In hopes of seeing Santa’s sled
It’s a warm fire in Winterfield, with stars above our heads
A warm fire in Winterfield, where heat and coldness wed
A warm fire in Winterfield, makes everyone believe
That a warm fire in Winterfield brings magic on Christmas Eve