I AM doing X-mas at eight

With a holiday on Monday
Not a _favorite_ of mine
I've held off this long
And now it's finally time

Not summer at eight.

Now that it's December
Warm weather's getting old
At least down here
It would appear
We've *almost* reached some cold

I got some socks, at eight

Any way to fight the darkness
Any bit to spread the light
Plus a few other things
Are what I'll play tonight

This record went gold, at eight

Two small spacecraft have flown
Away from earth, to parts unknown
Like tiny, mechanical mailmen
They carry our hopes to aliens

The first will reach a cluster of stars
In forty-thousand years, so that's far
The constellation (swear you won't laugh)
Is Camelopardalis, AKA a giraffe

Singing about food (but not) at eight

On Thursday, we ate ourselves stupid
Today, some folks went shopping
Tonight's collection of old jazz
Should help get the club hopping

You can't say we don't love you, at eight

It's hard to believe there are debates
It happened six decades ago
And yet there are still
People who will
Say the events are not what we know

But at least we saved the daylight, right? at eight

Standard or daylight saving
It's all a lot of bunk
And getting out of work at night
Has put me in a funk