I've read these Christmas books so many times

I know the stories and I know the rhymes

I know the Christmas carols all by heart

My skull's so full it's tearing me apart

As often as I've read them Something's wrong

It's so hard to put my bony finger on

Or perhaps it's really not as deep as I've been led to think

Am I trying much too hard

Of course I've been too close to see

The answer's right in front of me Right in front of me

It's simple really, very clear Like music drifting in the air

Invisible but everywhere

Just because I cannot see it Doesn't mean I can't believe it

You know I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems

And why should they have all the fun It should belong to anyone

Not anyone in fact, but me Why I can make a Christmas tree

And there's no reason I can find I couldn't handle Christmastime

I bet I could improve it too And that's exactly what I'll do

Eureka!

This year, Christmas will be ours!