Christmas is coming, Christmas is near.
Too bad i cant spend it with my dear.
This is when cider comes out along with some nog.
But not with my baby as I sit here on a log.
I wrap presents for family and my friends.
While i wait for a sign of relief for love that never ends.
Stockings on the wall, stew on the pot.
I wish you were here. I miss you a lot.
I wake up on Christmas morning and almost shred a tear.
And notice my love is not here.
I wipe it away and put a smile on my face.
And wait for my baby with her never ending grace.