Those Christmas Songs

Leavenworth County Prison on a December night Through the bars the searchlights shine, shine, shine This time of year always brings us further down We’re doin’ twenty-five to life
There are no Christmas trees, or wreaths, or even lights There are no Christmas bells to chime, chime, chime There is no Santa Claus, there is no Jesus Christ Sometimes I wonder if there ever was
We lie awake each night and tell each other stories about home The families all-together, parties, presents, food and all the kids Laughing, running, jumping on their faces smiles from ear to ear It kind of makes us all wonder how we ended up here
Spider, Modine, Bo and Peach, and Henry Brown Even without jail their folks wouldn’t want them around For the rest of us Christmas here is Hell And thoughts of home are all that warm this chilly cell
Isaac is a little slow to understand His heart of gold is more a child’s than a man’s How he ended up in here no one will say But God, help him anyway
His folks sent him a package a while ago A little Christmas town in a ball of glass Every Christmas eve he lights it up a hundred times And as I sleep those Christmas songs run through my mind