Our economy’s
in ruins, but we
smile while in thrift.

Our Christmas tree’s
on fire, but
we still have all our gifts.

Is Christmas just a feeling
or is it
something we can see?

As the fire meets the ceiling, I’m
feelin’ like I’m free.
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Fantasies are fading as our
children don’t believe.
I’ve memories of wading in a
sea of what’s deceived.

But those fantasies inspire so I
pray they never leave.
Our Christmas tree’s on fire, but
never do we grieve.

Is Christmas just a feeling
or is it
seared within a tree?
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I cut it down
with bare hands, that were
splintered
by the wood.

Perhaps we only have this holiday to warm
the winter
like it should.

Perhaps we only have each other… to
do each other good.

Perhaps we only pray to Jesus
because we know that
Jesus would.
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But what if I prayed to everybody
instead of praying
to myself?

Would that merely
disembody…
everybody else?

What if I went back in the woods ‘n cut
myself another tree?
Would that make it more like Christmas,
or is it more than
you and me?

Is this
the time for healing
or are there
wounds we’ll never see?

Is Christmas just a feeling
or is it deep in
you and me?