All I Want for Christmas: Another Gun

Snowflakes falling, on that old rooftop. Back in the eighties,

when the world didn't stop. Under the tree, wrapped in paper so bright,

Star Wars figures ready for the fight. Luke and Vader, lightsabers clashing,

Evil Knievel jumping ramps, crashing. G.I. Joe storming the

battlefield bold, superheroes saving the day, stories untold. Baseball bat swinging

in the summer sun, football flying high, touchdown run. Those were the

days, innocent and free. Christmas mornings full of joy for me.

Full of joy for me. But now the streets are dark. Shadows creeping in.