C'mon, c'mon!

I might just be going crazy, don't you know?

  Now I hear them on the radio, talking about snow,
  and I'm thinking about shovels, snowshoes and such;
  'course I don't do none of that, so I don't worry much.

 And I'm thinking about Christmas, what it used to be like,
  do you think I'd get a sled, some skis or get a bike?,
  Ice skates and airplanes you make from a kit?
  or maybe something like a snake, hope I don't get bit.
 

But Christmas is coming, it won't be too long,

  all of those imagined presents, right where they belong;
  now it doesn't matter, that all these years have passed,
  hang on a couple of weeks, gee!  It better get here fast!