For all of you actually working today, a reader offers Harvey Danger's "Sometimes You Have To Work On Christmas."

A studio apartment in a dull part of seattle


A strand of light suspended by a thumbtack in the drywall


The restaurants are closed


So are the record shops, the banks, and bars, and bartel drugs,


And so's the half price bookstore


But the movies are always open


And I always have to open


A repertory movie house


Well life is not so wonderful


For 15 soggy patrons who have no better place to be


Not to mention me


I'm working for a holiday wage


My family is two time zones away,


I'm supposed to call them


My vodka and snow is melting


The alcohol isn't helping


Sometimes you have to work on christmas, sometimes


You have to work on christmas, sometimes


You gotta work on christmas,


I doubt I'll miss this


There's an artificial tree blinking in the lobby,


Sitting on the coffee table, yea


Strangers and spare changers stand in line like poor relations


At some kind of sad reunion


And I'm selling the tickets


They come in out of the weather


For christmas alone together


Sometimes you have to work on christmas, sometimes


You have to work on christmas, sometimes


You have to work on christmas,


I doubt I'll miss this next year


Sometimes you have to work on christmas, sometimes


You gotta work on christmas, sometimes


You have to work on christmas,


I doubt I'll miss this at all

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