The Things That Really Matter

The time has finally come,
The drummer boy plays his drum,
Christmas is here and it's a time for love.

The world can't seem to see,
What Christmas really means,
So here we are stuck in our fantasies.

You put a tree and it glows,
It shines out the window on the snow,
And at the top is a big red ribbon bow.

We write a Christmas list,
And tell Santa what we wish,
On Christmas morning children are in bliss.

The world just has to see,
That Christmas is in need,
We have find out what it really means.

Christmas really means,
To have joy and love and peace,
To find ourselves under all of the greed.

One day we'll open our eyes,
To the things we just realized,
Christmas is for love even if it's blind.