Winter Wonderland
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight, We're happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland The question posed here is that of whether or not we are choosing to listen to sleigh...
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight, We're happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland
The question posed here is that of whether or not we are choosing to listen to sleigh bells. 
To be honest, at the opportune moments when sleigh bells may be involved, I have to admit I tend to be listening to my iPod shuffle (containing such brilliant bands as Battles and Smashing Pumpkins and the like) as opposed to sleigh bells. I have to say that I find sleigh bells really quite boring, and they don’t do much for me in the way of musicality. In the lane on the M4, snow is apparently glistening and Sally Traffic on the Chris Evans show says this is causing absolute chaos, that people may well be late home from work and will be spending less time with their families over the Christmas period as a result of the drastic weather.
Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland
The bluebird is apparently now extinct – and we don’t believe this to be a problem? These omnivorous American birds do not deserve to be the target of anyone’s scorn or mentioned in a celebratory manner when they go extinct – yet clearly in this case it’s ok. Yay, lot’s of other animals are going extinct! But it’s Christmas so it doesn’t matter! Only people matter! Woohoo! But never mind, a new bird is here to stay (perhaps a member of the illustrious FHM High Street Honeys contest? Who knows). This bird (apparently now a he – shucks) songs a love song whilst we all walk along in our snowy, treacherous land.
In the meadow we can build a snowman, Then pretend that he is Parson Brown He'll say: Are you married? We'll say: No man, But you can do the job When you're in town
One of the upsides of snow is that you can build a small army of snowmen to do your bidding and fly along to walking in the air. It’s nice to dream. 
Anyway, yes, in this case we can apparently build a snowman in the field whilst pretending he is a chap called Parson Brown – surely the star man in a regional detective series? (wikipedia says that it’s something to do with an eighteenth century Anglican priest. I have to say I like the idea of another Bergarac, Frost or Morse more, but that’s just me I suppose. Come on though, Parson Brown!) This regional detective (but what region? Lincolnshire? Grimsby? The latter surely requires something special to put it on the map) snowman will ask whether or not the subject is married – presumably with relation to an alibi – the subject then proclaims that no, he isn’t married, and if the detective wants they can seal the deal in a small chapel in town. Lovely.
Later on, we'll conspire, As we dream by the fire To face unafraid, The plans that we've made, Walking in a winter wonderland
There is treachery afoot! Following his encounter with the regional detective snowman the subject is conspiring with the songwriter in a disgusting plotting move. Whilst sitting by a campfire (for they plot in the wilderness, under the cover of darkness – cowardice); they then contradict their cowardice and unmanliness (which amazingly is a word) by claiming that they are unafraid of the plans they’ve made, and as such do not fear the consequences of their potential actions. Still, at least their planning, and there’s nothing wrong with planning as long as it doesn’t lead to anything.
In the meadow we can build a snowman, And pretend that he's a circus clown We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman, Until the other kids knock him down
This time, as opposed to the ludicrous idea of pretending that a snowman is a regional detective from Grimsby, the subject and the songwriter are going to pretend that the snowman is a circus clown. Still a bit of a freaky thing to pretend (why not just pretend he’s a stockbroker, or a chef – something normal!) for a mound of snow with carrot and hat (optional) et al. But hey, we’ll have lots of fun with this load of snow even if it is pretending to be something overly freaky
When it snows, ain't it thrilling,
Though your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
Walking in a winter wonderland
It is apparently quite exciting when it snows. It isn’t, for the reasons that I’ve mentioned only too many times (traffic traffic TRAFFIC), although this song also admits that your nose gets cold (yes, just your nose). Even though your nose is cold though, we’ll have a grand time frolicking and playing and just yay.
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