A Twelve Months Christmas Story
January was the time of your trends
In February you decided to look good instead
We were on the March by saying I love you
And I said May, May I kiss you?

And April's missing
Because we were busy
Don't take it for granted
June made feel less stranded

Starting July, your lies were no good
In August, we went out of trust
So september was the real month
We sent it all to hell and gone
No october no november
We didn't see each other that december

But hey, I just got a text from you
It says "come home for christmas if you feel this too"
So here, I am In front of this old door
To which I've been a stranger for the past twelve months
So merry Christmas to you
I hope I don't get confused
I've just been too enthusiastic about
The fantastic night, that this is

But if I come back to you
I leave the costume of Scrooge?
Is it me or is it the season making its old mistake
Or rather new?