Our Finest Year (Sara Q)

Norman Rockwell never painted this life
of my long haired husband and his sassy wife
and our friends we hold in sacred spaces
that aren’t trapped in small town painted faces

Jesus said be kind to one another,
reach a loving hand out to your brother
And how blessed my life so far has been
to see these lessons played out time and time again

There are choirs of children singing
Do You Hear What I Hear?
And it’s been a long twelve months
so let’s have another beer and hold each other near
‘cause this will be our finest year

What doesn’t kill us only makes us tougher
and to those that catch you when you suffer
Think what family do you really meet
only blood are those that fill the spaces in between

I see the gift in everything you give me,
know what comfort that you always bring me
Christmas isn’t just holiday cheer
but to think about how far that we’ve all come this year

There are choirs of children singing
Do You Hear What I Hear?
And it’s been a long twelve months
so let’s have another beer and hold each other near
‘cause this will be our finest year

I bet if I knew Jesus, he’d come to dinner,
hang with all of us kind hearted sinners,
then he’d tell us tales to save our souls,
then we’d laugh and eat, joke around, then we’d smoke a bowl

And if we heard music playing and it helped to ease our fears
we’d take a long, deep breath and be glad we’re all still here
to share some Christmas cheer
Welcome in our finest year
This will be our finest year

 

©2000 Sara Quashnie