Tekstovi: Trans Siberian Orchestra. The Lost Christmas Eve. What Is Christmas?.

What is Christmas? Tinseled fairy tales
Day old stockings lined up in a row
What is Christmas? Could someone tell me that?
What is Christmas? Surely, I don't know

And everywhere these lights
Who needs to color night?
Could this whole thing be planned?
I do not understand

This Christmas trees with colored lights
Underneath they still are only trees
Do you think that one day perhaps they might
Find that Christmas is kind of a disease?

Every year it's waiting for me, waiting for me
Every year it constantly defies
Placing strangers there before me, there before me
Spreading hope and cheer mixed in with happiness
Fraternal bliss and other Christmas lies

And there's one more thing that I have discovered
That I would now like you to know
The reason for Christmas I now realize
Is an excuse to tolerate snow, snow

I don't even like the sound of it
Anyway, where was I?
Oh, yes

What is Christmas? Candles everywhere
A fire hazard any other day
Children light them, no one seems to care
All for Christmas

Every year it returns here
And every year it's waiting for me
Why can't Christmas disappear
And just pretend it never saw me?

Every year I get my hopes up
That it will somehow just leave
But every year I wake to find
That once again it now is Christmas eve