Little Town of Bethlehem, PA

Oh little town of Bethelehem,
how still we see thee lie.
No workers' feet
fill empty streets;
no smoke stacks cloud the sky.

Through foreign competition
and greedy corporate gains,
a few jobs lost,
well that's the cost.
We'll lock the gates with chains.

Oh little town of Bethelehem,
no presents under trees.
No Christmas feast,
you've lost your lease.
You're left outside to freeze.

Please think us not uncaring
when of your plight we hear.
We just get annoyed
with the unemployed;
it ruins our holiday cheer.


Just a little something to help get you in the holiday mood.