Something's wrong with Jack
Something's wrong with Jack
Don't know if we're ever
Going to get him back
He's all alone up there
Locked away inside
Never says a word
Hope he hasn't died
Something's wrong with Jack
Something's wrong with Jack
Christmas time is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There's so many things I cannot grasp
When I think I've got it and then at last
Through my bony fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip
Something's here, I'm not quite getting
Though I try, I keep forgetting
Like a memory long since past
Here in an instant, but gone in a flash
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
In these little bric-a-brac
A secret's ready to be cracked
These dolls and toys confuse me so
Confound it all, I love it though
Simple objects, nothing more
But something's hidden through a door
Though I do not have the key
Something's here I cannot see
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
I've read the Christmas books many times
I know the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read them, there's something wrong
So hard to put my bony fingers on
Or maybe it's not as deep
As I've been led to think
Of course, I've been too close to see
The answer's right in front of me
It's simple, really, very clear
Like music drifting in the air
Invisible but everywhere
Just because I cannot see it
And so I think this Christmas thing
It's not as tricky as it seems
And why should they have all the fun?
It should belong to anyone
Not anyone, in fact, but me
For I could make a Christmas tree
There's no reason I can find
I couldn't have a Christmas time
I bet I could improve it, too
And that's exactly what I'll do
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