Snow on the block, but my steps still bare

Everybody got gifts, man, my porch chair

Look up at the sky, see the sleigh fly south

Deep breath, bass hit, “Yo, Santa missed my house!”

Mom lit a candle in the window glass

Neighbor kids brag ‘bout what they unwrap

I just got dishes in the sink, last past due

Same old hoodie, same old run-down shoes

I hung one sock, had to nail that tight

Paint chipped wall, but it still looked right

Left out cookies from the discount shelf

Woke up, crumbs from me, that’s it, myself

Oh, Santa missed my house

Flew right over this tired old couch

All these lists, all these prayers out loud

But the sleigh rode by my side of town

Oh, Santa missed my house

But I’m still here, still singing out

If the big man can’t bring that joy around

We gon’ build our own on the broken ground

Uncle frying chicken in a beat-up pan

Cousin at the table with a two-card hand

Grandma hums low, that old church tone

Turns this tiny kitchen to a golden throne

TV preacher talk “give and receive”

We pass plates heavy just to make folks breathe

No wrapping paper, just newspaper seams

But the jokes hit hard, and the love stay green

Maybe he lost my letter in the junk mail pile

Maybe all this brown skin on the wrong side of the mile

But my nephew laughs loud with his gap tooth grin

That sound right there, man, that’s the win [crescendo]

So if you see that sleigh when the moon comes out

Tell him swing back around to the word-of-mouth

Where the heat’s from the stove and the heart, not the cash

We the gift, we the tree, we the star on the dash [gospel ad-libs]