I found out my husband has to work on Christmas Eve again this year, and that makes six nights that he’ll be gone this week. He’s doing his 29th Christmas Eve. So I figured I’d write a blues song for him. It’s pretty silly, but maybe I’ll find a band to play it for him someday. So, here’s the to blues and hoping I won’t lose my husband to packages.

My husband’s a UPS Santa.
Hitched to his brown tractor-trailer all day.
On the twenty-fourth of December
It becomes a brown Holiday sleigh

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

I really want him to find me,
Bring me hope and good cheer,
It’s the same Christmas longing,
I’ve had year after year after year.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

The decorated tree’s in the corner,
With lights, ornaments, and a star,
I’m the only one adoring
All the holiday things laying around.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

Christmas is always upsetting,
Just makes me one case of blues away.
When the North Wind goes blowing
And takes my true love away.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

What’s that noise on the rooftop?
Is that Santa Claus in time?
No, It’s a brown International with
My darling, my husband up there.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

He’s says he’s waving a hand,
At me as he passes this way,
He can’t stay for the dinner
I’ve been slaving for day after day.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

Christmas comes once a year,
With it packages, boxes and bags.
It’s much too much for old Santa
So UPS always lends him a hand.

I’ve got the blues, Christmas blues, darling.
The holidays blues came to stay.
I’ve got starry-eyed blues just hoping
That he’ll make home by Christmas Day.

Christmas gives me the blues each year.
It’s not national news, just retire and stay.
If he’s not home for anyway.
It gives me the blues on Christmas Day.