Small Crowd at Tiny Tim's

There's not enough room in this Christmas house

For me, my wife and her autonomy.

We've got eight bedrooms, four cats and a mouse

She holds a degree in astronomy.

She meets each night with Galileo freaks

Occasional fans of Bertolt Brecht

We pass in the library, we seldom speak

We stumble past the tree and genuflect.

She spends every night at her telescope

Searching the sky for new constellations

I crouch down in the basement and smoke dope

Above and below the celebration

Although our house is huge, never doubt it

Tiny homes may be less crowded.