Traditions

We're singing white Christmas, it's not even snowing

Somebody's blaming it on global warming

We go up to London to look at the lights

Watch the same movies, have the same fights

Glitter on the counter and in the champagne

Every December it's always the same

I show up to parties all by myself

Try to be happy for everyone else

Take all the pictures then hide in the kitchen

Tell myself this time next year will be different

But nothing has changed