Christmas is about having a whole week off from school Christmas is all family-time and cheer It's strands made out of popcorn and a fire made out of Yule And why there aren't candy canes all year But these days it's all different, because these days she's around She's cute and small and everyone adores her The true meaning of Christmas was to watch me open presents, But Christmas ain't about me anymore Christmas is about sitting still in church for days Christmas is about never complaining Two years ago my presents filled up Santa Claus' whole sleigh But by last year my haul had started waning And this year I'll get only toys that match the ones she gets Or slightly larger versions of the outfits she ignores Because the true meaning of Christmas was to watch me open presents, But Christmas ain't about me anymore I don't want to brag but I can walk way better than she can Look at me a second cause I know a bunch more words I do cartwheels, I can spell and I've been working on the Macarena Doesn't that impress you? Nothing makes a difference, because these days she's around Despite her many faults they all adore her The true meaning of Christmas was to watch me open presents But Christmas ain't about me anymore Christmas ain't about me anymore Christmas ain't about me anymore