Something's up with Jack, something's up 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 up with Jack, something's up with Jack

Christmas time is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There are 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 getting
Though I try, I keep forgetting

Like a memory, long since past
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
What does it mean? What does it mean?

In these little bric-a-brac
A secret's waiting 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?

What does it mean?

I've read these Christmas books so many times
I know the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart

As often as I've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put my bony finger on
Or perhaps it's really not as deep
As I've been led to think

Am I trying much too hard?
Of course, I've been too close to see
The answer's right in front of me
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
Doesn't mean I can't believe it

You know, 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
Why, I could make a Christmas tree
And there's no reason I can find
I couldn't handle Christmas time

I bet I could improve it too
And that's exactly what I'll do

Eureka, I've got it