Christmas time is buzzing in my skull Will it let me be?I cannot tell There're so many...

Christmas time is buzzing in my skull Will it let me be?I cannot tell There're so many things I cannot grasp When I think I've got itThen at last Through my bony fingers it does slip Like a snowflake in a fiery grip Something here I'm not quite gettingThough I try, I keep forgetting Like a memory long since past Here in an instant, gone in a flashWhat does it mean? What does it mean? In these little bric-a-bracA secret's waiting to be cracked These dolls and toys confuse me soConfound it all, I love it though Simple objects, nothing moreBut something's hidden through a door Though I do not have the key Something's here I cannot seeWhat does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean?