One of the things that bothers me just a little is how the general rubric “Christmas Songs” covers a wide variety of songs which have nothing at all to do with the twenty-fifth of December. “Let It Snow”, for example, is a winter song, not a Christmas song, and “Jingle Bells” does not mention any holiday until you get to the verses nobody sings anyway (and which I suspect were added later because somebody decided the archetypal American Christmas song ought to mention the holiday.)
There is no reason we could not hear “Winter Wonderland” or “Sleighride” on the radio in January, but we hardly ever do, somehow. It’s as if at some point on December 26, the stage director claps loud hands and shouts, “Okay, people: snow is no longer any fun! Wrap it up!” (This is not the same as the people who hate snow on any day except December 25. These are a special breed known as “Commuters”, and they are very hard to satisfy at any time of year.)
Anyway, I felt that perhaps I could try my hand at a Book Fair winter song, a song just as valid for Book Fair managers (a breed similar to commuters) in February as at the end of December. It can be sung, by the brave, to the tune of “It’s a Marshmallow World”.
It’s a nice, mellow world at the Book Fair
When the snow starts to cover the ground;
All the world is nice draped in snow and ice:
I wait for it the whole year round.
People honk when they drive up donations
Finding space in a truck’s tire track;
As I force a way to their car, they say:
“Can you give us all those boxes back?”
Or they stack their boxes neatly in rows—
That’s how it goes, the harder it snows—
They haul all their boxes right up the ramp
And set them down where it’s damp!
Don’t they know when it snows we should stay in
On a couch that is made for a curl;
Take a dusty book to a cozy nook:
Stay inside in this nice, mellow world!