Straight from Ivan Raczycki’s fingers: “For five years, I released five annual Christmas albums under my solo nom de plume Hanora for a series called Hanora for the Holidays. Last year, life took its turns and time tore the tradition away for a season. Christmas has always been about family for me, and over the course of those five albums, I had the great opportunity to invite all different types of family to guest on these holiday cuts, including many artists involved with this project. It seemed fitting now to expand the project to the extended Eternal Bummer family, and I couldn’t be more proud of it. This track is from number 3 in the series, Hanora, Once Again, for the Holidays. The first verse, depicting the festive scene on display in the heart of downtown Clinton, was written by my dad Jan Raczycki. Merry Christmas everybody.”

There's a strand of lights in the shape of a tree
At the junction of 4 & 8
And when they're up and all lit
It's time to celebrate

I want three wreaths hanging
For each door on my house
And five sets of lights around my tree
I'm up at six in the morning
And by seven, I'm asleep
Comfortably held between my three wreaths

The circuit swirls snowflakes down from the sky
Until they rest upon our cheeks
And from the stores where we dump our change
The snowfall just won't cease

I want three wreaths hanging for each door on my house
And five sets of lights around my tree
I'm up at six in the morning
And by seven, I'm asleep
Comfortably held between my three wreaths

A small winter smell sweeps in from my window
I can see my tired body laying next to the fire's glow
Blankets all curled, I unfurl with the stockings
It's quiet and calm, only the snowflakes are talking

Candy cane pillars adorning my porch
With footprints cluttering the scene
Every snow scuff a mark from the people I love
Carolling and visiting me

And my three wreaths hanging
For each door on my house
And five sets of lights around my tree
I'm up at six in the morning
And by seven, I'm asleep
Comfortably held between my three wreaths
I've got cold feet
From clutching close the blankets for too long
My sister's up, so we run down to the tree
We're up at six in the morning
'Cause we just can't stay asleep
Comfortably held between my three wreaths