Christmas Woman - Sufjan Stevens

Christmas is the time of year

When the patrons and the panthers come and commandeer

Christian, put away your fuss

With the tipping of the handlers as the pagans must

I know for a century

We were scrambling to assemble what a man believes

I know for a time I let

To believe that human kindness would prevail instead

Woman, have you lost your kind?

There are snakeskin stealers seething in the afterlife

Christian in the advent house

You confess the incarnation with the breast turned out

Have you seen the Christ the king

(Woman, have you lost your kind?)

Suckling nurseries in snakeskin in the armored seat?

(With the breast turned out)

Christian, put away your woes

(Woman, have you lost your kind?)

Welcome grief and crime and anguish with the happiest host

(In the afterlife)

(Christmas woman)

(Christmas woman)

(Christmas woman)

(Christmas woman)

(Christmas woman)

(Christmas woman)

(Christmas woman)

(Christmas woman)

Oh, I was thinking by myself, I was remembering

Every moment by the river when it froze last night

And in the fullness of the moon, I felt the baby kick beside me

She was grabbing happy, healthy life

(Christmas, Christmas)

I lived it out to be a soldier, I was channeling Middle Ages

(Christmas, Christmas)

I was captured by the Norsemen rite

(Christmas, Christmas)

The sign that passeth comprehending, she was tending right beside me

(Christmas, Christmas)

She was captured in the midst of men

(Christmas, Christmas)

And then it kissed me on my shoulder, all the possibilities of motion

(Christmas, Christmas)

Resting rightly, right inside of me