Ben Folds

A Christmas bell was crying and Santa heard it say, I just can't sing to jingle and I can't go on the sleigh.

A Christmas bell was crying and Santa heard it say, I just can't sing to jingle and I can't go on the sleigh.

Christmas morning in the back of the old family fort With my feet dangling wondering when they might grow to the floor Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil And gifts wrapped in newspaper ringing the bell of my grandmother's door of a merry

Christmas morning in the back of the old family fort With my feet dangling, wondering when they might grow to the floor Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil And gifts wrapped in newspaper ringing the bell of my grandmother's door. All the memories that the sea.

Maybe this Christmas will mean something more. Maybe this year love will appear deeper.