There’s something so beautiful about a pure white canvas
Ready to be filled
There are thousands of secrets hidden inside
Ready to be pulled.
Artists, like miners, use the brush as their tool
And uncover diamonds in every stroke
They pull out the secrets when they paint, draw, collage
And the world’s eyes open, every lady, every bloke.
They use big bowls
And dip their hands in deep
Paint the world with their fingers
So bright and beautiful as if you’re asleep.
And in the winter comes Earth’s own little canvas
A fresh coat of snow, glittering down
With each little blanket comes billions of chances
For artists to come
Work their magic
Rid the blackness.
So this winter don’t fret, don’t even worry
There may not be snow
It’s just not in a hurry
It’s coming just later so artists beware
Soon you’ll have canvases up to your curly nose hair
So happy Christmas Eve
And merry Christmas Day
I’m sorry it’s not a white one
But don’t fear.
It’s okay.
Jolly Old Nick will head down the chimney
And leave little art gifts
Full of colorful whimsy
And maybe you’ll get the best gift of all
Something new, something white, something beautiful and tall
Open up your canvas, brand new and white
Go mine some diamonds
Fill the world with delight.
Happy Christmas to everyone celebrating!
