Walkin’ in a Winter Summerland

Church bells ring,
Are you snoozin’?
Yesterday,
You were boozin’.
It’s really alright,
You’ll be fine tonight,
Walkin’ in a winter summerland.

Gone away,
Are the Sunbirds.
Here today,
Are the snowbirds.
They make the long drive,
Down I-95,
Walking in a winter summerland.

On the beach, we can build sandcastles,
And pretend that these are our dream homes.
He’ll say, “Do you own them?”
We’ll say “No, man.”
We used to but, then the bank foreclosed.

Later on,
We’ll perspire,
As we grill,
By the fire.
It’s sixty at night,
And eighty by light,
Walkin’ in a winter summerland.

On the beach, we can build sandcastles,
And pretend that these are our old homes.
He’ll say, “Are you homestead?”
We’ll say “Yes, man.”
But we’ll still pay ten times the tax you owe.

See the snow, that’s been gustin’?
That’s roach powder, I’ve been dustin’.
The bugs are so grand,
As big as your hand,
Walkin’ in a winter summerland.

We’ll frolic and play,
The tropical way,
Walkin’ in a winter summerland.

Merry “Crist-mas” everybody!

Credit where credit's due: The lyrics above are a rewrite of "Winter Wonderland." Winter Wonderland was written in 1934 by composer Felix Bernard and lyricist Richard B. Smith.