It Won't Be
It used to be the
best of times, we looked forward as it drew near;
Yet now with the thought of it coming, It won't be Christmas this year.
Putting up the tree
is not the same, as we hang up every single light;
With all the memories even this brings, we already know Christmas won't be right.
The presents pretty
as they are, wrapped up nice and ready for the giving;
But even with all the paper and bows, it won't be Christmas for us that are living.
The thrill of this
wonderful season, everyone loves it in their own way;
With searching for gifts and the time counting down, we still know it won't be
Christmas that day.
Opening the gifts is
such a special thing, tearing the paper to see what we might get;
But without someone you love to share the time, it won't be Christmas yet.
For all our thoughts
are of you, you are what fills most of our mind;
So no matter how everything may be, it just won't be Christmas this time.
If we can meet again
in Heaven, a place of glory and splendor to see;
You can be one of God's gifts, then it will be Christmas for me.
In memory of those
we've lost, by Keith