Birthday Card At Christmas
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Christmas Album (2003), Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

Got a birthday card at Christmas
It made me think of Jesus Christ
It said, "I love you" in small letters
I simply had to read it twice
Wood smoke curled from blackened chimneys
The smell of frost was in the air
Pole star hovered in the blackness
I looked again: it wasnít there
People have showered me with presents
While their minds were fixed on other things
Sleigh bells, bearded red suit uncles
Pointy trees and angel wings
I am the shadow in your Christmas
I am the corner of your smile
Perfunctory in celebration
You offer content but no style
That little baby Jesus
He got a birthday card or three
Gold trinkets and cheap frankincense
Some penny baubles for his tree
Have some time off for good behaviour
Forty days, give or take a few
Hey there, sweet baby Jesus
Letís share a birthday card with you

Holly Herald
(The Holly and The Ivy/Hark! The Herald Angels Sing)

music by F. Mendelssohn and arranged by Ian Anderson

Christmas Album (2003)

Last Man At The Party
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Christmas Album (2003)

Sister Bridget by the stair
A glass of wine and sheís almost there
Cousin Jimmy at the door
Another beer and heís on the floor
Friends and neighbours come around
Waste no time weíre heaven-bound
But not before we raise
A glass to good camaraderie
Stinky Joe from down the street
Fell right over his own three feet
Heís doubled up in the outside loo
To taste again the devilís brew
Friends and neighbours come around
Waste no time weíre heaven-bound
But not before we raise
A glass to good camaraderie
So make yourselves jolly under mistletoe
Holly and ivy, get to it, and be in good cheer
And when itís all over: pigs gone to clover
Will the last man at the party
Wish me a happy New Year
The house is jumping, suppers up
Curried goat in a paper cup
Forks of plastic, knives of tin
Who cares what state the goat is in
Someone with the gift of song
Has brought his pal to sing along
Now theyíre turning up
Old Frank Sinatra on the stereo

Pavane
music by G. Faurť and arranged by Ian Anderson

Christmas Album (2003), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005)

First Snow On Brooklyn
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Christmas Album (2003)

I flew in on the evening plane
Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
And I could cut my cold breath with a knife
And taste the winter of another life
A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round
I didnít mind: gave me thinking time
Before I ran aground on rocky memories
And choking tears
I believe it only rained round here in thirty years
Now, itís the first snow on Brooklyn
And my cold feet are drumming
You donít see me in the shadows
From your cozy window frame and last night
Who was in your parlour
Wrapping presents in the late hour
To place upon your pillow
As the morning came?
Thin wind stings my face: pull collar up
I could murder coffee in a grande cup
No welcome deli; thereís no Starbucks here
A dime for a quick phone call
Could cost me dear
And the first snow on Brooklyn
Paints a Christmas card upon the pavement
The cab leaves a disappearing trace
And then itís gone
And the snow covers my footprints
Deep regrets and heavy heartbeats
When you wake youíll never see
The spot that I was standing on
Some things are best forgotten
Some are better half-remembered
I just thought that I might be there
On your, on your Christmas night
And the first snow on Brooklyn
Makes a lonely road to travel
Cold crunch steps that echo
As the blizzard bites

Greensleeved
music arranged by Ian Anderson

Christmas Album (2003)

We Five Kings
music by Rev. J. Hopkins and arranged by Ian Anderson

Christmas Album (2003), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005)

A Winter Snowscape
music by Martin Barre

Christmas Album (2003)