Why Christmas? (The Longest Day of the Year)

Why Christmas?

Why Christmas?

Why Christmas?

Why?

The longest day of the year

I used to sit up in my bed

I'd never slip into a dream

I'd wonder how could people sleep on Christmas Eve

And at the softest crack of light

I'd scamper now before the tree

Unwrap my goodies and stuff my face with feed

Christmas is a time, so contradictory

It creeps up right behind us unavoidably

Why Christmas?

Why Christmas?

Why Christmas?

Why Christmas?

The longest day of the year

I swear this holiday I will try

But each time it gets cold why do I?

And now I sit up in my bed

I wish I'd slip into a dream

I wonder how can I do everything I need?

I'll get less presents than before

And screw up dinner, naturally

And be confronted by the ghost of Christmas me

During Christmas time, romantic thoughts are nigh

A cherished on is that I'll sit at home and cry, Christmas

Why Christmas?