Merry Christmas Mr. Jones

Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones
I was in your Ancient History class last spring
I was the straight A student who never tried
And I argued with the boys until they cried

I was always a little weird
I dressed in black and I weighed more than a young girl should
Still I'd like to thank you for being
When I always felt so misunderstood

You know, Mr. Jones, I got knocked up over vacation
Yeah it sort of labeled me as strange
And here I find myself this Christmas Eve
With a babe in a hospital manger


Chorus
Gloria
Gloria
Gloria
In excelsius deo


Must be this post partum thing
But I feel nothing at all for that babe in the manger
I'm just thinking of my friends
And how they'll deal with me and this new stranger

And I was thinking of you
And how you taught us that Mary kept her thoughts in her heart
And how Joseph was angry at first
And how he tried to get away

But you see, Mr. Jones, there's no angel for me
And there is no one to carry my load
There is no one by my side now
To guide me down the road

Chorus

Merry Christmas Mr. Jones
I've been watching the hospital TV all night long
And my parents are coming to pick us up
Before too long

So I will try to wrap this up
There's redemption when you confess your sins to someone
In these two thousand years of quality time
Well that much I can believe in

'Cause you know, Mr. Jones, I don't feel angry anymore
And I'm not trying to be deceptive
It's a Christmas present of a different kind
And it's one that I accept

Chorus

Nerissa Nields © 1993 Peter Quince Productions, ASCAP

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