A little red drum beats through the night
The sound is dampened by dirty glass,
practically opaque with broken dreams.
Gallops of toy-horses, crashes of tambourines.
And I manage to never see a thing.
Where is the magic and joy they promised?
Does Santa not look in the direction of kids like me?
I shake the bell, I believe, I believe,
though with each passing day, it seems more and more
like seeing is believing.
Just one day, I wish to drown in sparkly paper,
ribbons, and holly berries.
Just one day I want to sing for someone,
this isn't the silent night I wanted.
It's all I want for Christmas, please let it come true.
Just this one last Christmas wish
to hear "Merry Christmas, to you."