CHRISTMAS GONE
BUT NOT FOR LONG
IT’S MEMORY LIVES ON

OF DAYS GONE BY
SOMETIMES I CRY
FOR THOSE WHO HAVE MOVED ON

ON CHRISTMAS EVE
WE DID RECEIVE
ONE GIFT FROM UNDER THE TREE

THE FIRST WAS  MY DAD
I WAS SO GLAD
HIS FIRST, WAS FROM ME

WHEN IT WAS OPEN
THE WORDS WERE SPOKEN
THE RITUAL HAD BEGUN

THE PRESENTS WERE PASSED OUT
IN OUR MINDS THERE WAS NO DOUBT
WE WOULD OPEN EVERY LAST ONE

AS I REFLECT
I DIDN’T EXPECT
THE SADNESS I AM FEELING

I MISS THOSE DAYS
SO OFTEN  I PRAY
FOR THOSE TIMES MY HEART WAS REELING

BUT NOW I AM THE DAD
AND SOMETIMES I STILL FEEL SAD
FOR THOSE DAYS SO LONG SINCE GONE

BUT ON CHRISTMAS DAY
THE PRESENT PASSES MY WAY
AND IN THEIR EYES I AM REBORN