It used to be such a happy time
When I was young and in my prime
Decorations shining brightly as a dime
Now I ask is this Christmas even mine?

Where are all the happy endings?
While no one feels like offending
Those cheerful cards I remember sending
It seems that sorrow and the holidays are blending,

For my little ones I wrapped those presents
Hopefully they’ll be joyful descendants
Who’ll pass along love that is heaven sent
Perhaps there will be sorrow they can prevent,

Where’s that kiss beneath the Mistletoe?
Where’s that child’s excited glow?
Where did all that magic ever go?
Only a white Christmas that never showed,

This not the time of year to be alone
If only miracles could be shown
Baby just your voice without a harsh tone
Overlooking the cold that cuts to the bone,

Oh Saint Nicholas I know you were real
Sadly, this is not the way I feel
Is it just that I’m not on an even keel?
Must be some joy somewhere I can steal,

Regardless it’s Christmas time for the pure of heart
Guess I’m not so very smart
Giving should be important from the very start
Yet, tell me who so many families are so far apart?