In December they will write of away in a manger and silent night
Trees and angels glowing bright in every home but is that right?
So what is so special about that day?
For religion long since lost its way
Commerce now rules the roost built on theology it's idioms proof
The date is now meaningless it was arbitrary in any case
For you see the date it really is a fake, I won't say the word it has no place
It's a time some feel so alone lost without a loving home
All they feel that they can do is shed this mortal coil and go
Others try to buy so much to try and earn a lover's lust
That's the point is it not?
To spend and spend till it's all gone
Materialistic self pious praise to show them you raised your game
So next year when it comes once more, your still paying for the one before
The meaning now it's totally lost If only just a pair of socks
Yet rapped with love it means much more than anything that came before
Yet there is something left inside even a cold dead heart like mine
It's the look upon a small child's face when opening gifts on that day
Or a lover wrapped in silk and lace that makes your heart beat again
So look not at December the twenty fifth to perpetuate the festive myth
For if you open up your eyes, your heart may also beat with life
Then any time, any day...
Could be the Christmas you can make
Who knows it could be every Day