You are like a first love,

I was obsessed with you, I couldn't stop thinking about you.

But I got older, we grew apart.

And then you were a memory.

Now every time you come around

I am reminded, so strongly, of all that we shared.

I made a list, I set out the cookies, I could barely sleep to see you,

But that's gone now, I feel nothing.

I've tried so hard to feel that excitement again,

I reminisce, sing songs, and watch those Hallmark movies,

But it isn't working.

I think I am too old.

I envy the children who live in your magic.

Their eyes hold your light.

But I know what will happen as they get older,

They'll forget and move on, becoming another Christmas zombie.

I haven't reconciled myself to the fact that I can't go back,

I want to be a kid again.

I took it for granted when I had it.

Why does growing up mean losing the magic?

Can I get you back?

Do you miss me like I miss you?

I guess I'll keep trying, I don't want to end up bitter and cold.

Maybe it'll never be the same again, but maybe it will,