For every Bastard, an Angel

Here's to the memory of the person who taught me how to roast chestnuts

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping on your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,
Help to make the season bright.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety-two,
Although its been said many times, many ways,
I am a better person for having known you