Walking in a winter wonderland

My wife, whose musical tastes no one with my musical tastes should presume to criticize, has a CD of a cappella Christmas songs, which she plays occasionally throughout the year. So it happened that today I started the car, turned on the CD player, and was greeted with:

Gone away is the bluebird

Here to stay is a new bird

That really makes no sense in the song — if a “new bird” showed up in the winter, which generally doesn’t happen in temperate climes, it would be a seasonal migrant and not “here to stay” — but it synchronized nicely with what’s in the news these days.