My Unmerry Christmas.
Now here it is Christmas, and Santa's in town.
Everyone is joyful; but I'm gloomy, and down.
I don't want a house, a car, or even holiday cheer.
What I want can't be bought, or shipped in with eight tiny reindeer.
If my list could be completed by that jolly old man.
It would be to have my long, lost, love with me once again.
But until it is possible for him to be brought back to me;
The rest of my Christmases are going to be filled
with what was and will no longer be.
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