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Every year at Christmas The tree goes by the wall I drag the **** thing from downstairs And I tug it down the hall The lights go up with tinsel The ornaments and star Then I go downstairs and knock one back Behind my little two tap bar I've done it now for forty years Each year, the tree and lights The tinsel and the ornaments To brighten up the nights The cards I get go on the wall No baking do I do I go downstairs and have a drink Sometimes I might have two The kids, not here, they have their lives I get a call on Christmas Day It's far to far to come out here And there's just no room to stay The boys have hockey, the girls as well So they won't be coming soon They play their first game at three So I get their phone call right at noon I put my little Cornish hen In the oven for my meal I've got some frozen veggies And a Christmas ******* for the "feel" I sit alone at Christmas I watch the telly, have a beer It's not the same with out you It's not Christmas, you're not here Still every year the tree comes out I put it where you'd say We'd move it at least fifteen times Until it found a place to stay I drag the decorations out I've not yet bought something new I'm here alone at Christmas With my memories spent with you.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Alone at Christmas (repost)
Every year at Christmas The tree goes by the wall I drag the **** thing from downstairs And I tug it down the hall The lights go up with tinsel The ornaments and star Then I go downstairs and knock one back Behind my little two tap bar I've done it now for forty years Each year, the tree and lights The tinsel and the ornaments To brighten up the nights The cards I get go on the wall No baking do I do I go downstairs and have a drink Sometimes I might have two The kids, not here, they have their lives I get a call on Christmas Day It's far to far to come out here And there's just no room to stay The boys have hockey, the girls as well So they won't be coming soon They play their first game at three So I get their phone call right at noon I put my little Cornish hen In the oven for my meal I've got some frozen veggies And a Christmas ******* for the "feel" I sit alone at Christmas I watch the telly, have a beer It's not the same with out you It's not Christmas, you're not here Still every year the tree comes out I put it where you'd say We'd move it at least fifteen times Until it found a place to stay I drag the decorations out I've not yet bought something new I'm here alone at Christmas With my memories spent with you.
roger-turner
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
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