Merry Christmas from an egg that has finally hatched,
into a new creature of something so attached.
It's really Christmas eve! The eve to the best.
A double for my one, who started all the rest.
The eve to the eve, or so I thought.
I've grown to hate the joy which I was taught.
But we all feel some joy, to see the things we love.
But how? When the head of our tree is another dove.

Of the time spent: all I know was a mask.
How could I learn even the easiest tasks?
I'm blind that I couldn't see the truth.
But it was best I didn't know the proof.
But a mask is something we love to see.
And Santa brings us cheer, gifts for free.
It's raining in this room: but I'm so dry.
A father-daughter dance I stole on the fly.

So just imagine; Christmas every year,
Without a seed, to light the tree in fear.
So the lights we hung: I take alone,
as I hear the words in every tone.
Those songs, we all know so well.
Those beautiful lights I wish fell.
So Merry Christmas, really, from me to you.
But I'm counting faster: to see you, too.