Christmas is tradition
Christmas means doing the same thing every year
And feeling toasty-cosy-warm and trying to ignore the fear
That something might occur to throw your little routine off the rails
The fear that something might not fit your precious child's Christmas in Wales
And I know it's not healthy, I know change will come eventually
'But not this year!' That's what I pray each year: 'No change this year for me!
Just give me one more loop, just give me one more lap around the track
And next year I'll do something different - wait, no, wait! I take it back!'

'Cause oh, the ghosts of Christmas past are knocking at my door
The ghosts of Christmas past are beating on the walls
The ghosts of Christmas past are whispering in my ear
The ghosts are telling me to fall in line 'cause it's that time of year

Cordon off the tree
Make everybody wait until the afternoon
To open up their presents - it would be a shame to peak too soon!
Besides, that's how we do it every year
That's how it's got to be
I've waited all year 'round for this, so would you please just humour me?
My life is full of unforeseen and unanticipated dreck
So, just for Christmas Day, could everyone just do as I expect?
And I know this all sounds absurd, and I am acting spoiled and strange
And I know nothing lasts forever, I know things have got to change

But oh, the ghosts of Christmas past are giving me no rest
The ghosts of Christmas past are caving in my chest
The ghosts of Christmas past are whispering in my ear
The ghost are telling me to fall in line 'cause it's that time of year

And one day I will move away, or I'll be left here on my own
And either way I'll have to find a Christmas future to call home
And I will get used to the fact that it will never be the same
And who knows? Maybe I will learn to love it all over again
But I am stuck deep in a pattern I can't bring myself to leave
And it'll take something gargantuan to force me to believe
That Christmas can be anything besides what I know it to be

And oh, the ghosts of Christmas past are here inside my head
The ghosts of Christmas past won't stop until I'm dead
The ghosts of Christmas past are whispering in my ear
The ghost are telling me to fall in line 'cause it's that time of year