It’s been a galactic kind of year
Millions of miles from home I am
Forging a life on this red sphere
You might be seeing my hologram
It’s strange being away for the holidays
Beaming this love to you and yours
From every one of these castaways
So much sand it’s like the seashores
I can report the gang are doing fine
After we built our geodesic dome
Our own music is a crucial lifeline
But it does make us lonesome for home
Astronaut Bob loves to explore
Crewman Kasim has a science lab
Pilot Joe’s sinuses makes him snore
Engineer Jane’s crib is a cool prefab
Our mission now is to explore in the rover
Daily experiments look for water
We wait for the storms to blow over
Lately the days are getting hotter
The nights are freezing and solitary
And the women are even colder
Attitudes are hard and planetary
Mars years are longer, I’m getting older
So far, no one has gone stir crazy
But I locked in my cabin at night
My memories of Earth are a bit hazy
I look forward to the return flight
I have one life to give to my nation
But hope to enjoy my eons later
And avoid becoming an alien mutation
Again I pray to the Martian creator
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