Christmas time is buzzing in my skull  
Will it let me be? I cannot tell  
There are 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, gone in a flash  
What does it mean? What does it mean?  

In these little bric-a-brac a secret's waiting 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 these Christmas books so many times
I know the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols all by heart  
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read them, something's wrong  
So hard to put my bony finger on  
Or perhaps it's really not as deep  
As I've been led to think  
Am I trying much too hard?  

Of course! I've been too close to see  
The answer's right in front of me
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  
Doesn't mean I can't believe it
You know, I think this Christmas thing It's not as tricky as it seems  
And why should they have all the fun? lt should belong to anyone
Not anyone, in fact, but me  
Why, I could make a Christmas tree
And 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 l'II do  
eureka! I've got it