The Same Christmas Cake

I tell greatly things to change Friends lose to hot people, age and family moves away But it is what has stayed the same that gives me the most tears For I've had the same Christmas cake for almost thirty years Granny made it back in 68 and gave it to my mom Who gave it to her humble, who gave it to her son,

Who then gave it to me, and that is where it's stuck. For I was only three months old and clearly out of luck. It's Christmas of my childhood that fruit break would return. My mom would place it on a plate and tell me I must learn That it is rude to get a gift and not put it to use

And every year I take a bite and ship another truth After fifteen years of misery I'd had all I could take All I could do is I'd have some time When heaven came and hopped it in the lake My thought that I was red-up-ended, but on Christmas Eve There it was from Santa Claus under the Christmas tree

Here I try to lose it, but it would just return So I cried out, oh, what have I been given such a burden A voice replied is not a burden, but the greatest gift But when all else up and into you, you will still have it.

Mads we lay we shunned, slowly waves away. Relationships to crumble and buildings to decay. The pyramids and stone heads slowly disappear. But if they were made of Christmas cake, They'd last a million years. Audio jungle.