The Christmas Box

Up in the attic A little bit frantic Searching through all of the boxes Where every holiday Is here on display Just hoping that I haven't lost it Every year gone by now I have saved all the sounds To pull out when there is a need And with Christmas right here I am starting to fear I've lost that memory I've found the St. Patrick's day box Must be my Irish luck Inside I hear the clinking of glasses Oh and here's Thanksgiving day Where inside people pray Thanking God for all of his blessings And there's the 4th of July Where I hear from inside The sound of fireworks on display And still I can't find The box of Christmas time I hope I didn't give it away I keep Groundhogs day in a bin To pull out again and again and again and again At least until I get it right And a box of Halloween Where I hear all the screams I think I'll leave the lid tight on that fright Wait, here's a box As I dust it off I see the wrapping is fancy and festive And here don't you know Is the sound of Ho, ho, ho Wishing you Merry Christmas