Jack's Obsession

Something's wrong with Jack Something's wrong with Jack Don't know if we're ever gonna get him back He's all alone up there, locked away inside Never says a word, hope he hasn't died Something's wrong with Jack Something's wrong with Jack Christmas time is buzzing in my skull Will it let me be, I cannot tell There's 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 a instant but gone in a flash In these little brick a brack The secret's waiting to be cracked 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 the Christmas books many times I know the stories and I know the rhymes I know the Christmas carols by heart Skull is so full it's tearing me apart As often as I read them, there's something wrong So hard to put my bony fingers on Or maybe it's not as deep as I've been led to think Of course I've been too close to see The answers 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 And so I think this Christmas thing Is not as tricky as it seems And why should they have all the fun? It should belong to everyone Not anyone in fact but me For I can make a Christmas tree There's no reason I can find I couldn't handle Christmas time I bet I could improve it too And that's exactly what I'll do