Wishes wrapped in gold, stacked on the floor
a wreath tremb'lin in silence, hangs on the door.
I peel back the paper from half-open dreams
It's not what it seems, - again
Crouching by the fire choking back shame
old expectations calling my name
and I stare at the glare from the star on the tree
cause Christmas is never the way it should be
Christmas is never the way it should be
So light all the candles, they flicker and glow
it's time for the show, - again.
Watchin' how a child plays in the snow
laughing and singing songs I should'nt know
but I look on with sorrow, I hope he won't see
that Christmas is never the way it should be
Christmas is never the way it should be.
Never ...
Perhaps this is Christmas the way it should be.