Presents, presents
Presents galore
I wonder why we celebrate anymore.
Grandma thinks your eight.
Dad doesn\'t even know you anymore. And
Mom, who knows what she thinks.
Me, all I want is money so i can spend it on stuff i want.
Or maybe I just wont celebrate Christmas.
Dad says its to celebrate the birth of Christ.
But hes an alcoholic.
Besides I\'m not like that today.
I use to stay up to catch a glimpse of Santa Clause.
Now I have insomnia.
I use to like all of my gifts.
Now i put on a fake smile for most.
People use to celebrate Christmas for the supposed miracle birth of this Jesus Christ.
Now most people celebrate it for the presents.
Me, i wish they would leave me alone and let me believe what i want to believe, and do what i want to do.
You wish to leave Christmas alone without you.
But you are forced to celebrate every year.
You wish you could tell your dad, but he would disown you.
You wish you could tell your mother, but she would tell your father.
You wish you could tell your whole family, but they would be heart broken.
Children used to love Christmas because it meant that they could spend time with all the family.
Now children love it because of Santa & presents.
Grandma thinks your eight.
Dad doesn\'t even know you anymore. And
Mom, who knows what she thinks. Me, I wish that Christmas would leave me the *u*k alone and let me be.
