I never had a gift,
I never had a toy,
I never had new clothes
Like any other boy
I always wanted
I always did
But until now
I’m in a jar with tight lid
Floating in water
But not so free
It’s the beauty of Christmas
I really wanted to see
How I wish I could have
Those candy canes and lollipops
And that ball and that kite
Give me that cake and I’ll take a big bite
Surely I wanted
And that is very true
But how could it be
I was not born like you
My mother
I don’t want to recall
Selfish young people
And I hate them all
That was Christmas Eve
They forced me
They dragged me down
But I couldn’t see
All I can remember
Is that hanging little thing
They call it mistletoe
But I know nothing
Until now
I’m longing to see
My mother and the world
And Christmas could be
But I’m caged here forever
In a glass jar filled with hate
Sealed with rejection
And left without fate