What has happened to this day
It used to be so magical
Christmas, it's called
And yesterday was Christmas Eve
I used to laugh and play
Always dreaming of today
When Santa Claus Came
And all my family came home
We would go out to dinner
And then go to sleep before Santa passed our house
I would wake up so early just to stare at the presents
Now I dream of today
Imagining all those times in the past
When I would open the presents, and my family
I would feel magical
Like nothing in world could ever bring me down
But when the time comes
And we go out to dinner
And dress all fancy
Trying to feel magical
It ends up being
Not so amazing
Our conversation turning to the more depressing subjects in life
Then on Christmas morning
When I wake up late
And go to the Christmas tree
And wait to open presents
But once that's done what is left
Except to sit and play
So to this day i sit and wonder
What has happened to this wonderful holiday
Has all the tradition turned to dust
And is it only about the presents, the food, and what we want
Has the spirit of giving disapeered
To be replaced by a spirit filled with greed?