Widow's First Christmas - Revised (Rhyme)
Turkey's done
dressin' turned out fine,
gotta stop thinkin'
gonna loose my mind.
Presents neath the tree
and our boy is one big smile,
ain't gonna start cryin'
hold on for awhile.
God I miss you honey
each and every day,
Christmas time don't make no sense
since you've gone away.
Sure miss you carvin'
your laughter filled with glee,
can't get the Christmas spirit
when you're not here with me.
May the Lord bless you,
keep you safe and sound,
while we're havin' His day
down here on the ground.
Happy Birthday, Jesus
take care of my ol' man.
We'll be doing Your party
just the best we can.
Merry Christmas my love,
that you shall always be.
"Well, my goodness ...
watcha got there son, a present for me?"
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