Waking up to the crackle of fire,
Smelling the winter air.
Christmas morning arrives.
Presents are passed,
From one to the other.
Movies, candy, makeup.
Now under the tree is bare,
With cold blank tile.
Where is he?
Where's the gift to make me warm?
Where's the gift to make me smile?
Where's the gift to hold me?
To tell me everything is okay?
To make me laugh?
To make me feel whole again.
Where is he?