With apologies to God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen- hope your Christmas is full of comfort and joy.
Dream Present
A present of some dopamine
That’s what I hope and pray
It’s just a tiny molecule
I yearn for every day
To think I wouldn’t constipate
Or shake or drool or sway
My stocking’s full of dopamine
That is my dream
My stocking’s full of dopamine
Could Santa in his pharmacy
Make enough to treat us all
No more freezing or stooping
We’d smile and stand up tall
We’d be having so much fun
There’d be no poet’s wall
Oh, Christmas with no poetry
But tremor free
Oh, Christmas with no poetry
Clever , funny, top draw. Singing it myself
I can still hear you singing this