I miss you Christmas.
I miss the times before Macy’s and Gimble’s.
Before twinkle-lights and tinsel.
It was a simpler Christmastime.
I miss you Christmas.
When we didn’t fight about the reason for the season.
It was a time of peace, joy, and goodwill toward men.
All men, women, and children, all over the world.
It was a given, a gift of Love not for some, for all, because it was Christmas.
I miss you Christmas.
When a poor drummer boy’s song was enough,
When neighbors came together to get through the rough,
December’s night.
The kind of Christmas captured by Courier and Ives.
The ice skating, sleigh-riding, jingle bell Christmas.
We share nutty fruitcakes with the nutty fruitcakes that were our relations.
The winter dance, cuddly under a soft wool blanket romance, that kept the chill out of our
Beds and our hearts, kind of Christmas.
I miss you Christmas.
Whether a white, blue, tropical or deserty Christmas without snow.
We all know It’s Christmas.
When a pine tree becomes magic and the idea of a visit from a man
Père Noël, Father Christmas, Santa Claus or many other names he answers to
Was a gift of warm hope we looked forward to through the cold and dreary winter days.
I miss that Christmas.
All I want for this Christmas
Is to have that kind of Christmas
Once more.