Sung to (To White Christmas/The Christmas Song)
I'm dreaming of a white crystal
Just like the ones I used to see
When the prisms glistened
And Singers listened
To Marketers and Sorters like me
I'm dreaming of a white crystal
With every sale receipt I write
May your sled be well restocked and bright
And may your next crystal vein be white.
[chord change]
Crystals glinting on the sorting table
Waiting to be bracketed and grouped
Antsy Singers, standing impatient nearby
And recruits hanging out in troops
Everybody knows some mach storms and some dismal flaw
Help to make the crystals rare
Tiny crystals with their facets aglow will be hard, so
hard to find, out there.
They know that Alla is round the bend
She's bringing lots of cartons and a cutter in her
sled
And every Sorter's eye is going to shine
To see if white crystal comes back this time!
And so I'm offering this little song
To Singers, just adapted and very old
Although it's been hoped for, prayed for and begged
for
May white crystal...be yours!
Author: Ellerisse