I can still remember
The winter suns ray
Lighting your face
On that Christmas Day
I took your coat
Knew something was wrong
You nervously smiled
Said you couldn't stay long
Exchanging gifts
As tradition dictates
We didn't have any
We'd left it too late
I can see you playing
With your curly red hair
As if you didn't
Want to be there
Dinner was slow
And quiet at best
Queen's speech and Bond film
Would be a real test
With parents absent
Visiting family
Your seasons greetings
Came painfully
You softly said
I have to go
Are you sure you don't mind...
I could only say no
Your coat your scarf
Your eyes to the floor
You didn't look back
As you walked out the door
In an unemptied ashtray
Cigarettes amassed
I rolled one after another
Each worse than the last
Turned off the TV
Couldn't stand what I saw
Reached for a bottle
Cried myself raw
I hated Christmas
For so many years
The silliest of seasons
Came with cold souvenirs
Now things are better
For I atone
Nothing is worse
Than Christmas alone
I still remember
When I saw you last
It's all that remains
Ghost of Christmas past
But every now and again
She'll float through my mind
A dancing girl
Who left drummer behind...
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