"Christmas Spirit"
"Christmas Spirit"
Safe to say i'm alone, and you should know
If you were here with me, it wouldn't be so
it's Christmas eve, and not a flake of snow
an absence of presents, under a tree that won't grow
It's the most wonderful time of the year to move on
To move up and move out, make a queen from a pon
Losing and gaining friends to lean on
Never knowing what you had until it was gone
Supposedly learning from our past mistakes
Developing, growing from each one you make
Christmas tears are all too real to fake
From the boy who seems sometimes too stubborn to shake
I sit in the light of my little tree
Everything on it was put there by me
It's a shame i'm the only one here to see
That there's a hint of glory in it, even though it was free
Suddenly i'm thinking christmas is a sham
To mock lonely people who can't afford ham
And with christmas morning so close at hand
I'm waiting with my kitchen knives for a jolly fat man
What happened to the spirit that I used to posses
A child waiting anxiously, hair all a mess
To run out with sunrise and put packages through tests
To guess what they were before they were undressed
He's here still inside, or else i wouldn't feel
The spirit of christmas was still all too real
Enough so to make even my bad side kneel
With the prospect of family and a nice hot meal
It seems today though, christmas is business for theives
to satisfy wants they'll confiscate needs
They bring christmas tears followed by pleads
For god to make christmas just what it seems
Though most of the time the spirit prevails
For some of us that's not what christmas entails
The hope in us, is all we've got left to exhale
For me, this christmas is about where i've failed
and as for my christmas tears? they're bottled and kept
To signify all of the times that i've wept
and all the depressions over which i've leapt
Merry christmas to all, by whom i've been left
-Julian
Safe to say i'm alone, and you should know
If you were here with me, it wouldn't be so
it's Christmas eve, and not a flake of snow
an absence of presents, under a tree that won't grow
It's the most wonderful time of the year to move on
To move up and move out, make a queen from a pon
Losing and gaining friends to lean on
Never knowing what you had until it was gone
Supposedly learning from our past mistakes
Developing, growing from each one you make
Christmas tears are all too real to fake
From the boy who seems sometimes too stubborn to shake
I sit in the light of my little tree
Everything on it was put there by me
It's a shame i'm the only one here to see
That there's a hint of glory in it, even though it was free
Suddenly i'm thinking christmas is a sham
To mock lonely people who can't afford ham
And with christmas morning so close at hand
I'm waiting with my kitchen knives for a jolly fat man
What happened to the spirit that I used to posses
A child waiting anxiously, hair all a mess
To run out with sunrise and put packages through tests
To guess what they were before they were undressed
He's here still inside, or else i wouldn't feel
The spirit of christmas was still all too real
Enough so to make even my bad side kneel
With the prospect of family and a nice hot meal
It seems today though, christmas is business for theives
to satisfy wants they'll confiscate needs
They bring christmas tears followed by pleads
For god to make christmas just what it seems
Though most of the time the spirit prevails
For some of us that's not what christmas entails
The hope in us, is all we've got left to exhale
For me, this christmas is about where i've failed
and as for my christmas tears? they're bottled and kept
To signify all of the times that i've wept
and all the depressions over which i've leapt
Merry christmas to all, by whom i've been left
-Julian