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serge gabriel - christmas morning lyrics

[spoken]
i wanted to write something on christmas
but especially for a filipino
but where do i even begin to write about the happiest day of the year?
where do i find it in myself to start saying
that i love these cold nights i sip hot milo too
and these jackets i can finally slip myself into
these lanterns at every street corner
these angels in every tree as far as i can see
and regardless of the infinite number of brake lights in my way
and thе long lines in malls that stretch on from sunday to monday
i love it
i wantеd to write something on christmas
but how do i write about that happiest day of the year where
airports are more horrible than any time versus the other 364 days
but that doesn’t seem to matter when your hugging and
your mom nine long months after when you last saw her
and your kneeling on that dirty airport floor
with tears of joy that looks like a jollibee ad
and i swear if you listen enough
you can hear background music
i wanted to write about christmas
and if i wanted to, the best way that i could
then let me write about happiness
the kind that feels like hearing your favorite song for the first time after hearing it a thousand times two years later
if i were to write about christmas
then let me write about love
the kind that fills you up like an ocean that tries to fit itself in the shot glass we call the human body that wants nothing more
in this world than to share every bit and drop of it with you
if i were to write about christmas
then let me write about happiness
and if i were to do that
let me write about you
because you, my dear are every best present of the year i ever opened since i was five
you are every first bite of every christmas dinner of every night and every last bit and last bite of dessert
and i wanted to write about christmas
then let me just write about you
because you, my dear, are christmas itself
you’re christmas morning on the first day of september
surprising me like a jose mari chan’s song that plays on the radio
filling me with fuzzy things and feelings, i didn’t know i could feel this early this year
you, my dear, are the 11:59 of christmas eve
and the 12 am of christmas day
and finally, when these decors have to go away again
took back and to bones and boxes to be kept away, you don’t
you stay
and honestly, that is the happiest thing i can think of
that i suppose i’ve never experienced on christmas day

- serge gabriel lyrics

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