Christmas time is here but
Johnny Mathis doesn’t sound as smooth without you
I want to give love on Christmas day – be a carbon copy of
how you gave joy to the world with nothing but
construction paper, tinsel, and transparent scotch tape
Hell, I just want out of the fog so I can decorate the got-damn house
Instead, I’m stuck carrying memories of a pink bike with tassels
the Temptations and Stevie
stockings filled with peanut butter cups and footie pajamas
& Dad playing back door Santa
(Making sure to gobble up the strawberry Quick & cookies)
Ava Maria your only child in the manger
O holy night that brings so many blue decorations
In my mind – I want you to be free
But all that’s left is your love to keep me warm as the
turntable spins on - playing Christmas music
