Why Christmas? (The Longest Day of the Year)

Why Christmas? Why Christmas? Why Christmas? Why? The longest day of the year I used to sit up in my bed I'd never slip into a dream I'd wonder how could people sleep on Christmas Eve And at the softest crack of light I'd scamper now before the tree Unwrap my goodies and stuff my face with feed Christmas is a time, so contradictory It creeps up right behind us unavoidably Why Christmas? Why Christmas? Why Christmas? Why Christmas? The longest day of the year I swear this holiday I will try But each time it gets cold why do I? And now I sit up in my bed I wish I'd slip into a dream I wonder how can I do everything I need? I'll get less presents than before And screw up dinner, naturally And be confronted by the ghost of Christmas me During Christmas time, romantic thoughts are nigh A cherished on is that I'll sit at home and cry, Christmas Why Christmas?