There was a little Christmas music box,
From my mom it came,
Opened up the cover,
That is how it sang,
It sang a sweet tune,
One I can't remember,
Because little Christmas music boxes,
Don't sing forever,
I'd open up the cover,
Hoping while I listened,
To hear something, anything,
To tell me what was missing,
I'd try it every day,
Doing whatever I could,
but I knew what was missing,
It was my childhood,
The little Christmas music box represented the child in me,
The childhood I once had,
That no longer I could see. |
Submission Name: Little Christmas Music Box
