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