I will never forget as a kid , the excitement on Christmas Eve "Santa won't arrive " mum said unless you truly believe Sent to bed early , out the window I would gaze Looking for the brightest star , hoping the snow would stay for days Awake at an early hour , to see what Santa has dropped off Ripping off the paper , " what a mess "I hear mum scoff A time for kids , and for families coming together I always hoped these feelings would last forever and ever Outside to play with all our friends comparing what toys we had Forgetting the real meaning of Christmas, still to young to feel bad Back inside for Christmas dinner , don't forget the sprouts You couldn't hear yourself at times , with all the joyful shouts As we grow older , Christmas changes year on year The Christmas spirit is still inside us,just not the same old cheer Families drift apart , memories are there where loved ones used to be Thinking of the good times, is what Christmas means to me .