Christmas feels different than it did before
I feel as if I'm standing before locked door
Things seem to be changing
I wish that they would stop
I feel as if more change would make my skull pop
I don't know what is wrong with me
I wish that I could find the key
To the door I cannot open
The door that I find locked
At every turn of the knob my head remains cocked
In confusion at the answers I can't seem to find
The locked portion of my very stubborned mind
Holds my Christmas Spirit
I wish I had the key