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