Lyrics
Why Christmas?
Why Christmas?
Why Christmas?
Why?
The longest day of the year
I used to sit up in my bed
I'd never slip into a dream
I'd wonder how could people sleep on Christmas Eve
And at the softest crack of light
I'd scamper now before the tree
Unwrap my goodies and stuff my face with feed
Christmas is a time, so contradictory
It creeps up right behind us unavoidably
Why Christmas?
Why Christmas?
Why Christmas?
Why Christmas?
The longest day of the year
I swear this holiday I will try
But each time it gets cold why do I?
And now I sit up in my bed
I wish I'd slip into a dream
I wonder how can I do everything I need?
I'll get less presents than before
And screw up dinner, naturally
And be confronted by the ghost of Christmas me
During Christmas time, romantic thoughts are nigh
A cherished on is that I'll sit at home and cry, Christmas
Why Christmas?
