No jingle bells ring around here
Since you've gone away.
White snow blankets ev'rything in sight,
But I don't wanna play.
I don't feel the merriment, the mirth, nor cheer,
It's not like Christmas at all
When you're not here.

It's not like Christmas at all,
When you're not here.
I don't feel like celebrating
When you're not near.
When you were in my life
I never did know drear.
It's not like Christmas at all
When you're not here.

A wreath adorns the cold front door,
Your somewhere on the outside,
Frolicking in the wonderland,
Your world is unfurled and wide.
You will never have to know
A life spent all alone.
You will always find somebody
You can call your own.

It's not like Christmas at all,
When you're not here.
I don't feel like celebrating
Without you, Dear.
I keep hoping by some chance
That in my door you'll reappear,
It's not like Christmas at all
Without you here.

The ornaments, tensile, and lights,
Hang on the evergreen.
The Yule log burns, and warms the harth;
The carollers, outside, they sing.
I can't face the new year
By myself, all on my own.
Things haven't been the same
Sinse you've been gone.

It's not like Christmas at all
When you're not here.
I don't feel like celebrating,
When you're not near.
Come back for the holidays,
Then stay all year.
It's not like Christmas at all,
When you're not here.

(Nobody's under my mistletoe -
I won't cuddle when the night is cold.)

It's not like Christmas at all
When you're not here.
I don't feel like celebrating,
When you're not near.
Come back for the holidays,
Then stay all year.
It's not like Christmas at all,
When you're not here.

Not so sure it's good
For me to be alone
Gives me time to think
Of the things I know
And the things I know
Never are quite right
The way I think I may
The way I know I might

Not so sure it's good
In the choosing of the sides
Where my brain convenes
With the left and right
While one stands up for yes
The other sits for no
Never can you tell
Which way this mind will go

Not so sure it's good
To let it out to play
Where in its adolescence gets lost
Or just ups and runs away

With the dream to fight for your country
Being one of freedoms rights
Shame you didn't see
The ****** up in the tree
That took that part away from your life

They shipped your friends home in a casket
Right next to the cot on the plane where you lay
As they call you blessed
Who would ever have guessed
This day you'd rather be given the grave

No one on the tarmac to greet you
Anyways you always hated to see your mama cry
And with all that's gone on
You don't feel much like home
Is where you could spend the rest of your life

Who knew how much this all would cost you
As you fell deep into the Hollywood hype
Now you know what they mean
Saying freedoms not free
When you paid more than you would have liked

You're no longer in the battle but still in the fight
As the nightly voices in your head scream
There you slept in the sand
Here on a park bench
Living out that American dream

Giving up of one self , so that you may feel others pain daily.
Isn't this what a poet actually do, allowing self to go through.
Things so that we may allow Christ to use our words to heal.
For by being given this gift, we return it back to Christ daily.
So that he can use those words, those suffering to heal others.
Whom can relate and understand what you are going through.
Thus bringing healing to those that are feeling the same way too.
So yes does the Christ reward us for obediently helping others.
To be brought through their pain, struggles, and pain because of those poems.

His Word, bring beautiful peace to our hearts.
His Word, brings protection over us daily here.
His Word, my Savior speaks truth to each of us.
For His Word, does Speak to our Hearts daily.
Providing us with such Great Wisdom from him.
It soothes our bodies, while healing our minds.
With His Word, and knowledge he leads us.
Revealing his Most unconditional Love for us.
So we can be used by him to preach his Gospel.