Mingle Hells

Jingle bells, the night prevails,
the skull full of vodka sways.
Through the snow the spirits flow
in a haze of holiday craze.

Silent nights with blurry sights.
Laughter echoes in the air.
Raise a toast to the ghost
of memories we all share.

Cheers to friends and to the ends
of bottles lined in a row.
In the glow let it show.
The warmth of hearts we know.

Jingle bells, the story tells
of nights both wild and bright.
With the skull full of vodka
we toast to the festive light.