The holiday that's most jolly

Above all others is Christmas

Never forget the joyous sounds 

As well as the pretty white trees

Being so gullible had made it so magical

These days it's not the same

Remembering the sounds of hooves on the roof

I swore I heard it

Being told that Santa was watching,

I swore I was nice

Seeing Santa at the mall,

I swore he looked different

Seeing gifts hidden downstairs,

I swore they weren't for me

Being told to grow up,

I swear I believed

And although the magic is gone

I will never forget the feeling

But old traditions don't die

And this time, I will make the magic.