Jack's Obsession

Something's up with Jack, something's up with Jack Don't know if we're ever going to get him back He's all alone up there, locked away inside Never says a word, hope he hasn't died Something's up with Jack, something's up with Jack Christmastime is buzzing in my skull Will it let me be? I cannot tell There are so many things I cannot grasp When I think I've got it, and then at last Through my bony fingers it does slip like a snowflake in a fiery grip Something's here I'm not quite getting Though I try, I keep forgetting Like a memory long since past Here in an instant, gone in a flash What does it mean? What does it mean? In this little bric-a-brac, a secret's waiting to be cracked These dolls and toys confuse me, so confound it all, I love it though Simple objects, nothing more, but something's hidden through a door Though I do not have the key Something's there, I cannot see What does it mean? What does it mean? What does mean? Hmm 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 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 could make a Christmas tree? And there's no reason I can find I couldn't handle Christmastime I bet I could've improved it too And that's exactly what I'll do Eureca, I've got it