Jonathan Coulton
The Week Between
The wrapping paper's put away
Except the bits the cat got hold of
Someone comes by to say hello
And bring a tin of cookies

The mistletoe's not used up yet
And the popcorn garlands hold up
You secretly hope the snow will last a little while

In the week between
All your drunken uncles and cousin's cousins are on the scene
The week between
New Year's resolutions and conversation with last year's dreams

We take a slow ride into town
Past empty office buildings
Red lights go green for wind blown snow
And so we don't mind waiting

It's almost time to eat again
The first ham sandwich shows up
We're curling up on the couch to wait until next year


In the week between
All your drunken uncles and cousin's cousins are on the scene
The week between
New Year's resolutions and conversation with last year's dreams
In the week between
All your drunken uncles and cousin's cousins are on the scene
The week between
New Year's resolutions and conversation with last year's dreams

In the week between
All your drunken uncles and cousin's cousins still on the scene
The week between
New Year's resolutions and conversation with last year's dreams