This Christmas

I sat among boxes and gift wrap and all I could do was cry, 'cause the thing I wanted most this Christmas was for someone I loved not to die. But God took you for my Angel so it just wasn’t meant to be, now all that’s left of you here now is Christmas in memories. I’d give back all of these presents if it would mean you’d still be here without you there is no merry, no feeling of holiday cheer. Just this hole in my heart where you once were, the boxes with gifts empty now, I’d give everything under this tree back If You were could be here somehow, But you’re not here so I’ll just pray to the angel atop my tree that one day we’ll be together around this Christmas tree.