Space Christmastime Continuum

At Christmas time Robbers dressed as cops With pizza guys at your door A mother's instinct Comes on mid-flight Remembering what's been ignored Flights are all booked Phone lines down The polka band moving van Takes you back You want it to rest and To stay in the past but That Christmas ghost Comes back You want it to rest and To stay in the past but That Christmas ghost Comes back Or holy rhyme That you will sing Whenever you find That somewhere Somehow You've got yourself unraveled from traveling Unstuck from space and time And then propelled into Nightmares of misers Three Christmas ghosts arose At Christmas time All your holiest stories Told by stop motion toys But the presence The present tense is the gift You give and have no less You want it to rest But the ghost of Christmas past Comes back to you on TBS Do you have a hymn Or Christmas Eve rhyme That you're gonna sing Whenever you find That somewhere Somehow You've got yourself unraveled from traveling Unstuck from space and time And then propelled into silver and gold And to stories made holy when told and retold Cold wind blows you inside Lost keys reside in snow Yet the vibrant always arise Beside the abominable And Christmas lights may be twinkling At Christmastime There's a feeling That feels deep and in-between At Christmastime There's a feeling That feels like being deep and in-between At Christmastime There's a feeling Like being deep and being in-between