It’s going to be a good Christmas day
I wake up and say

As I rise from my bed
My eyes become to dread

The ugly sight I see
For what could cause this misery

A candle still on fire
It burns in tune with desire

A tree knocked down
With ornaments on the ground

The house is so empty
For what spirits could lift me

Leaks all through the ceiling
Who else could lose this much feeling

The sun that burns low
What used to be home has lost its glow

A table set for one
For visitors there will be none

And when I sleep tonight
I wish to dream of something bright