Jack's Obsession

Something's wrong with Jack Something's wrong with Jack Don't know if we're ever Going to 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 an instant, but gone in a flash What does it mean? What does it mean? In these little bric-a-brac A secret's ready to be cracked These 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 My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart As often as I've read them, there's something's wrong So hard to put my bony fingers on Or perhaps it's really not as deep As I've been led to think Of course, I've been too close to see The answer's 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 It's not as tricky as it seems And why should they have all the fun? It should belong to anyone Not anyone, in fact, but me For I could make a Christmas tree There's no reason I can find I couldn't have a Christmas time I bet I could improve it, too And that's exactly what I'll do