Written for a specific chat room I visit on occasion… Thank you Bing Crosby

I'm - dreaming of a White Christmas
With every Christmas Blog I write,
But the chatters are all glistening, at Sweet's constant bitching
and hear, her blogging through the night, ohh

I'm - dreaming of a White Christmas,
With every Christmas note I pen
With Brunnie's constant rambles; and Fergie's screaming preambles
And Love, firing jabs back; seemingly without no end, ohh

I'm - dreaming of a cute, little chat room,
where AOL'ers come and sit
Where Fit stops his tantrums; and Mystics not a phantom
and people, be nice and stop their sh*t, woah

I'm - dreaming of a Wire, chat room
where all the chatters type all gay
where the dudes have all theirs shirts on, and women don't look for hard on's.
And people, just go about their day - yeah!

I'm - dreaming of a Wire chat room
Where all the chatters seem to be
happy, go-lucky and friendly; 
Not ugly, mean with envy
And nice - every single week - woah

I'm - dreaming of a White Christmas
With my sweetheart, I go to sleep
She is sleeping on her pillow; 
My gorgeous little Willow
I dream, while she is stealing sheets - yea

I'm - dreaming of a White Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear, sleigh bells IN..... the.... SNOW!

- Merry Christmas, Wire Club -