Jack's Obsession

Something's up with Jack, something's up with Jack
 Don't know if we're ever going to get him back
 He's all alone up there, locked away inside
 Never says a word, hope he hasn't died
 Something's up with Jack, something's up with Jack
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 Christmastime is buzzing in my skull
 Will it let me be? I cannot tell
 There are so many things I cannot grasp
 When I think I've got it, and then at last
 Through my bony fingers it does slip like a snowflake in a fiery grip
 Something's here I'm not quite getting
 Though I try, I keep forgetting
 Like a memory long since past
 Here in an instant, gone in a flash
 What does it mean? What does it mean?
 In this little bric-a-brac, a secret's waiting to be cracked
 These dolls and toys confuse me, so confound it all, I love it though
 Simple objects, nothing more, but something's hidden through a door
 Though I do not have the key
 Something's there, I cannot see
 What does it mean? What does it mean?
 What does mean?
 Hmm
 I've read these Christmas books so many times
 I know the stories, and I know the rhymes
 I know the Christmas carols all by heart
 My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
 As often as I've read them, something's wrong
 So hard to put my bony finger on
 Or perhaps it's really not as deep as I've been led to think
 Am I trying much too hard?
 Of course, I've been too close to see
 The answer's right in front of me, right in front of me
 It's simple really, very clear
 Like music drifting in the air
 Invisible, but everywhere
 Just because I cannot see it
 Doesn't mean I can't believe it
 You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems
 And why should they have all the fun?
 It should belong to anyone
 Not anyone, in fact, but me
 Why I could make a Christmas tree?
 And there's no reason I can find
 I couldn't handle Christmastime
 I bet I could've improved it too
 And that's exactly what I'll do
 Eureca, I've got it