Christmas is a happy time,
So warm and cosy
But last year all I felt
Was that I was lonely.

Can’t look at dried mango
Or make gingerbread.
Can’t consider meringues without
The time we made them green and red.

No exciting Christmas mornings
With your messy curly hair.
No ridiculous cocoa recipes
Because you are not there.

I don’t get to buy you a present
That I'll worry that you’ll hate.
No advent calenders and arguing
About who ate which date.

Putting up decorations together
Should be done merrily,
But I took those down the day you died
And that memory still haunts me.

And Christmas for us was always
Eating far too much desert.
Now it’s listening to your favourite songs
And trying not to get hurt.

For Christmas is a happy time
A time for family
But there’s an extra place set at the table,
Just where you should be.

And I won't ever get to see you again.
Just where you should be,
Because in a time reserved for miracles
We had our Christmas tragedy.