I suppose I don't have much to give you for Christmas,
Argh! I feel such a mess,
There is nothing I can give you... I guess?
Certainly, my gratitude,
Surely, my attitude...
May I be your man, oh my Lord.
(May I be the best I can, my Lord.)
But, what can I afford,
What gift could I offer,
I've lamented for sooo long,
Yet, all I have is this silly song.
Ahh... I suppose if I sang it from the heart,
That might be a start?
Bring us together... we're tooo far apart.