A lit up tree with presents
Set directly underneath
Doesn’t even begin
To describe what this Christmas
Will feel like to me
Hot cocoa and sugar cookies
Doesn’t even cross
This wandering mind
When it thinks about
This years Christmas time
This Christmas means more
Than any I had before
Maybe it’s because I’m growing up
Or maybe it’s because
The smile I’ll see when I wake up
This Christmas means more
Than any in my childhood
Before my mind would be filled
With presents of every size
All containing materialistic things
Lights on houses
And decorated porches
Sure sound lovely and nice
But this mind wanders elsewhere
When it thinks about
This years Christmas time
When I think about Christmas
I think about her warm smile
her love, and her brown eyes
And a Christmas where
I’m stuck holding her tight.
