to the tune of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 

Have yourself a windy little Christmas

If your things are light

Tomorrow

Your décor may be out of sight

Have yourself a windy little Christmas

Watch the pine trees sway

Tomorrow

Their needles will be gone away

Here we are as in olden days

Chilly winter days of yore

Frozen friends who are dear to us

Gather near to us (but not too close, there’s a pandemic) once more

Maybe next year

We all will be together

If the winds allow

Please return my wreath

From your yard’s highest bough

And have yourself

A windy little Christmas now