Lyrics

Verse 1]
I made my list in glitter and gold,
Thirty names, all neatly told—
From ballerinas to space cadets,
Dreams wrapped up in no regrets.

But Christmas morning came so still,
One box… then two… that’s all to thrill.
I looked around, where’s the rest?
A festive day turned second-best.

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[Chorus]
Just two dolls under the tree,
Where were the other twenty-eight for me?
No mermaid queen, no pilot Jo,
No dollhouse dreams wrapped in a bow.
I smiled through it all, trying to see—
The magic in those two for me.

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[Verse 2]
One’s got tangled hair, a crooked smile,
The other’s missing shoes—but hey, it’s style.
They don’t talk or dance or light up bright,
But they’re holding hands and that feels right.

I staged a play with cardboard sets,
Pretended I had no regrets.
Still I whisper to the starry sky—
Next year, Santa, don’t be shy.

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[Chorus]
Just two dolls under the tree,
When I dreamed of thirty waiting for me.
No astronaut, no marching band,
Just these two in my small hands.
But I gave them names and a Christmas tea,
And let them be enough for me.

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[Bridge]
It’s not the number, it’s the cheer,
The stories they’ll bring through the year.
So I stitched their clothes from ribbon and lace,
And found a little peace in that small space.

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[Final Chorus]
Just two dolls under the tree,
And maybe that’s all I really need.
They’ve got big hearts and plastic grace,
In this warm, too-quiet, twinkling place.
Maybe less can sometimes be—
A different kind of Christmas glee.