"Christmas isn't the same,"
"since I put up my hair and put dolls away,
and Mary, Joseph, and the newborn babe
became figures on the mantel.
Now, Handel's Messiah is just a song;
I barely bother to sing along,
and silent nights don't even last as long
as the bill to pay.
"just isn't the same."
For Peggy's prompt at Real Toads.