The little ones
with wholesome hearts
look forward in delight
to decorating trees 
in awe of each and every light.
But as for me it's nothing new,
a phase I long outgrew;
although this time I once held dear,
I'm not really in the Christmas mood this year.

The holiday films that they show
where everyone is [bad word] 
and quarrels with a charm that somehow makes it all okay...
But families are fickle things
and in reality
a tenderness is lost is clear,
so I'm not really in the Christmas mood this year.

Rain freezes to snow
all children grow old
and though the new year begins
a sweet little dream ends.

And moving through the motions
we can pantomime content
exchanging gift-wrapped tokens
of the money that we spent
but repetition makes it hard
not to see right through,
our time [bad word] and passed, it's clear
so I'm not really in the Christmas mood this year.