No travel bags, no shopping malls, no candy canes, no Santa ClausNo traffic jams, no ice and storm, far in the house the fire is warm

Oh, I can’t see the day when we’ll die but I don’t care to think of silenceFor now I hear you laughing, the greatest joy is like the sunriseI’ll come to you, I’ll sing to you like it’s Christmas in the room

I’ll dance with you, I’ll laugh with you like it’s Christmas in the room.

(Christmas in the Room, Sufjan Stevens)