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
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The Same Christmas Cake
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| The Arrogant Worms |
