I’m dreaming of a dark Christmas
Just like the ones on Orcas Isle
Of snow, not a hint
and everyone must squint
to try to see the ferry once in a while

I’m dreaming of a pitch black Christmas
Like a cave, it’s unlit and pristine
Our nights are aphotic
The sun, we’ve forgot-ic
When it sets every night at 4:15

I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas
As rain patters on my window
May your days be soaked
And your nights be cloaked
With rain and winds that blow