| Christmas makes me realize how greatly things do change
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| Friends lose touch, people age, and family moves away
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| But it is what had stayed the same that gives me the most tears
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| For I’ve had the same Christmas cake for almost thirty years
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| Granny made it back in sixty-eight and gave it to my mom
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| Who gave it to her uncle who gave it to her son
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| Who then gave it to me and that is where it stuck
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| For I was only three months old and clearly out of luck
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| Each Christmas of my childhood that fruit-brick would return
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| My mom would place it on a plate and tell me I must learn
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| That it is rude to get a gift and not put it to use
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| And every year I’d take a bite and chip another tooth
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| After fifteen years of misery I’d had all I could take (All I could take)
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| That summer I went camping and dropped it in the lake (In the lake)
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| I thought that I was rid of it, but on Christmas eve (Christmas eve)
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| There it was «from Santa Claus» under the Christmas tree (Christmas tree)
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| Each year I’d try to lose it but it would just return
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| So I cried out «oh why have I been given such a burden?»
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| A voice replied, «it's not a curse, but the greatest gift»
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| «For when all else abandons you, you will still have it.»
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| For all of man’s creations slowly waste away
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| Relationships do crumble and buildings do decay
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| The pyramids and Stonehenge slowly disappear
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| But if they were made of Christmas cake they’d last a million years |