Christmas - Pete Townshend

Did you ever see the faces of the children?

They get so excited

Waking up on Christmas morning

Hours before the winter sun’s ignited

They believe in dreams and all they mean

Including heaven’s generosity

Peeping round the door

To see what boxes are for free, in curiosity

Tommy doesn’t know what day it is

Doesn’t know who Jesus was or what praying is

How can he be saved from the eternal grave?

Surrounded by his friends, he sits so silently

And unaware of everything

Playing poxy pin ball, picks his nose

And smiles and pokes his tongue at everything

I believe in love

But how can men who’ve never seen

Light be enlightened?

Only if he’s cured

Will his spirit’s future level ever heighten?

Tommy doesn’t know what day it is

Doesn’t know who Jesus was or what praying is

How can he be saved from the eternal grave?