Every year I make a list, I check it twice, don't wanna miss
My family and friends I've known, come back to me
like falling snow
And as I put the pen to page and think of your familiar face
And what I'd give, just to write your name
And tell you:
Christmas time is not the same
When I was a kid, it was my favourite day
And now it hurts to love and it hurts to give
Knowing we're gonna lose each other
But maybe that's what makes it a gift
I can see that little girl again, waking up her mother
and her father
Asking "Can I please open one gift early?"
And as I watch the spell get broken well before the sun's awoken
Wish I could say, you're gonna miss these days
And tell you:
Christmas time is not the same
When I was a kid, it was my favourite day
And now it hurts to love and it hurts to give
Knowing we're gonna lose each other
But maybe that's what makes ...
And I still hear all the songs and the games
When you were still here and I could just call out your name
And say:
Christmas time is not the same
When I was a kid, it was my favourite day
And now it hurts to love and it hurts to give
Knowing we're gonna lose each other
But maybe that's what makes it ...
Christmas time is not the same
When I was a kid, it was my favourite day
And now it hurts to love and it hurts to give
Knowing we're gonna lose each other
But maybe that's what makes it a gift