The
worn door
Faded
and oxidized
Is
too tired
The
lady with the kooky glasses
The
ones she decorated
All
by herself
Is
so happy
Happy
we are there
To
paint her door
On
this September morning
She
tells us it is Christmas
It
is the thing she wished for
This is Christmas early
This is Christmas
Oh thank you so much
Bless you, bless you
And
we go the extra mile
Take
the time
Pull
all the brass numbers off
Wash
the door down
Tape
it off extra well
And
I share my painting techniques
With
my coworker
Who
has never painted anything
Didn’t you watch
“Karate Kid”?
Yes, but I watched the karate
Paint the fence, man,
paint the fence
I
show him the way
Go
all Mr. Miyagi on him
He‘s
impressed
Leaves
today a better painter
We
all leave in smiles
With
more than we brought
Bucketsful
of thanks
The
kooky lady catches my arm
Her
look is pure joy
It’s Christmas today!
I
think she might be right
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