What is Christmas? Tinseled fairy tales Day old stockings lined up in a row What is Christmas? Could someone tell me that? What is Christmas? Surely, I don't know And everywhere these lights Who needs to color night? Could this whole thing be planned? I do not understand This Christmas trees with colored lights Underneath they still are only trees Do you think that one day perhaps they might Find that Christmas is kind of a disease? Every year it's waiting for me, waiting for me Every year it constantly defies Placing strangers there before me, there before me Spreading hope and cheer mixed in with happiness Fraternal bliss and other Christmas lies And there's one more thing that I have discovered That I would now like you to know The reason for Christmas I now realize Is an excuse to tolerate snow, snow I don't even like the sound of it Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes What is Christmas? Candles everywhere A fire hazard any other day Children light them, no one seems to care All for Christmas Every year it returns here And every year it's waiting for me Why can't Christmas disappear And just pretend it never saw me? Every year I get my hopes up That it will somehow just leave But every year I wake to find That once again it now is Christmas eve © JOHN OLIVA PUB DESIGNEE; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; PAUL O'NEILL PUBLISHING; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com