The sun is shining, the grass is green
It feels like a summer day
It’s not supposed to be this way
In Charlottesville VA
‘Cause it’s December the 24th
At latitude 38 North…
I’m dreaming of a Christmas below 70
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To wisdom instead of Morning Joe
I’m dreaming of a year with seasons
Instead of growing heat and blight
If climate deniers see the light
And our society is set right