• You have left me with one
    under the mistletoe
    and the snow falls down to my hands
    and it is cold to think
    you wont be home for Christmas
    I have none to kiss today
    no one to sit by the fire
    it is a blue Christmas without you
    when you can only dream of white loneliness
    the carolers sing the songs that my ears deem as sad
    they remind me of the warmth I felt, no gone like Christmas morning...