Christmas is tomorrow but I don’t feel the joys
The laughter the fun none of it feels the same
The magic is gone and it will never be the same as it was when I was a kid
I wish I could go back to those days
When I would wake up exited to see what Santa got me
Waiting to see if I’d been a good girl all year
Running into my parents room at the crack of dawn with my brother to open presents
Christmas Eve full of excitement
All we could talk about was what we hope Santa got us
We prayed he got us the things we so carefully wrote neatly on our colourful paper decorated and drew on just for him
Leaving carrots and mince pies outside before bed eagerly lying there waiting to see if we could hear Santa come but we would always fall asleep before he came
Those were the times
The joys and magic of Christmas
Now just gone
Christmas is tomorrow but I don’t feel the joys
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC
Christmas is tomorrow but I don’t feel the joys
The laughter the fun none of it feels the same
The magic is gone and it will never be the same as it was when I was a kid
I wish I could go back to those days
When I would wake up exited to see what Santa got me
Waiting to see if I’d been a good girl all year
Running into my parents room at the crack of dawn with my brother to open presents
Christmas Eve full of excitement
All we could talk about was what we hope Santa got us
We prayed he got us the things we so carefully wrote neatly on our colourful paper decorated and drew on just for him
Leaving carrots and mince pies outside before bed eagerly lying there waiting to see if we could hear Santa come but we would always fall asleep before he came
Those were the times
The joys and magic of Christmas
Now just gone
Christmas is tomorrow but I don’t feel the joys