The little ones
with wholesome hearts
look forward in delight

to decorating trees
in awe of each and every light
But as for me it's nothing new,

a phase I long outgrew;
although this time I once held dear,
I'm not really in the Christmas mood this year


The holiday films that they show
where everyone is gay

and quarrels with a charm that somehow makes it all okay...
But families are fickle things
and in reality

a tenderness is lost is clear,
so I'm not really in the Christmas mood this year


Rain freezes to snow
all children grow old
and though the new year begins

a sweet little dream ends

And moving through the motions

we can pantomime content
exchanging gift-wrapped tokens
of the money that we spent

but repetition makes it hard
not to see right through,
our time has come and passed, it's clear

so I'm not really in the Christmas mood this year