White Christmas in Brownsville

 

The first time she kissed me, it was on Christmas morning

We’d been down to the mission sharing our Christmas Eve

And when the service was over, we stepped out in the midnight

To a world all around us we just couldn’t believe

 

White Christmas in Brownsville, a white Christmas in Brownsville

It’s the first one we’d seen here in over two centuries

 

Well, it was that Christmas morning, while I was building the snowman

She was rolling up snowballs, crawling round on her knees

She crawled over to face me,  and with the face of an angel

Said, “Merry Christmas, my darling, may I please kiss you, please?”

 

White Christmas in Brownsville, a white Christmas in Brownsville

I remember it clearly, the first time she kissed me

White Christmas in Brownsville, a white Christmas in Brownsville

It’s the first one we’d seen here in over two centuries

 

And kissing for the first time on a white Christmas morning

In Brownsville was her present to me

 

The first time she kissed me was on a white Christmas morning

And we see those in Brownsville ‘bout every 200 years

‘Course I kiss her more often  than the snow falls in Brownsville

But very often when I kiss her, little snowflakes appear, they do, really

 

White Christmas in Brownsville, a white Christmas in Brownsville

That’s the first one we’ve seen here in over two centuries

White Christmas in Brownsville, a white Christmas in Brownsville

I’ll remember it always for the kiss she gave me

 

© 2005. Billy Marabella.

NOTES ON THIS SONG
Exercise song. The title hit me between the eyes one day, not long after the actual occurrence of the first Christmas snowfall on the Texas coast in over 200 years (2004). The rest of the song wrote itself, as they are wont to do. It’s my only Christmas song so far, though I’m pretty sure there will be others.