Cold crisp morning on Christmas Day
Crystal raindrops shine of silver
Thick white snow paths the walkway
Gives glow to this dark December
Poinsettias parade in red
Holly leaves are green as ever
The log fire is burning away
Lends the tree top star its shimmer

Christmas is the day to fantasise
All those times you'd hold me so tight
Tell me you'd always be mine
I'm the one who's worth the fight
Christmas is the day to fantasise
You'd tell me I matter the most
You'd brush my long hair to the side
And whisper you'd never let me go

Long night ahead on Christmas Day
At least the dry wine should last
The mistletoe has lost its sway
Well it might as well have turned to ash
Beneath the tree is where I lie
Your silhouette stands with a mask
In the shadow of the fairy lights
"Are you still here?" I hear you ask

The tree awaits its destiny
Uprooted for a moment’s glory
Only the ashes will remain
And the aftertaste that stings
Who gives meaning to this date?
Excess cheers and gathered waste
What if I don’t celebrate?
My dues are paid and past erased