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,
You were a first love, and I've heard you don't forget those easily.
Love and remember,