Because I could not find a card
for what I had to say,
I’ve written for you here, a verse,
upon this Christmas day.
And as I searched the crowded aisle,
I had a sudden thought:
Why should our happiness depend
On something that is bought?
If it really is the thought that counts,
Why must we count so hard?
And who really puts much thought
Into a Christmas card?
For though we have our ups and downs,
and may not see eye to eye,
we should enjoy this time of year
before it passes by.
for what I had to say,
I’ve written for you here, a verse,
upon this Christmas day.
And as I searched the crowded aisle,
I had a sudden thought:
Why should our happiness depend
On something that is bought?
If it really is the thought that counts,
Why must we count so hard?
And who really puts much thought
Into a Christmas card?
For though we have our ups and downs,
and may not see eye to eye,
we should enjoy this time of year
before it passes by.
