(P.Mark)
From the album December at the P.O.

The cruelest month is December
Nevermind what ole’ Tom wrote
For an all-night mail sorter
Down at the P.O.

Keep the freight running, and the lines humming
Tie them bags up with good cheer
Yule greetings off to someplace
A long ways from here

Chorus:
Sleet, snow and zip codes, bulk mail, parcel post
Holidays haunted by Ben Franklin’s ghost

Sanitation truck snow plows
Toss the memories from the street
And my once-winter’s romance
That failed New Year’s Eve

Another overtime Sunday
It’s an 18-hour shift
And a trick knee that blew out
On a Black Friday’s lift

And that renaissance Jesus
A million mercies that are just passing through…
We’ll drink in the new year
Once this blizzard blows through

– Chorus –