The snowflakes fall and prance, blanketing the evenings black night,
By morning, they will bring to childrens faces, pleasure with sheer delight.
Weeks to come and weeks will begin to shorten quicker and yet they will grow,
Sending smiles to young and old as they see the world blanketed with snow.
Though my heart yearns for these things, somehow they go astray,
Confuddled by the longings of what I remember from olden yesterdays.
I long for to dance in the bliss, to frolic and to truly remember,
For to recall those days past from yesteryears Decembers.
Times are passing us and we have somehow sadly have forgot,
What those memories and thoughts did so rightly taught.
Memories of warmth, of joy, of happiness, of even blessed tears,
Should ever be replaced by man or beast or nature through the years.
What I want for Christmas, it doesnt come in packages or strings,
It doesnt take knowledge or know a path to fly on its wings.
The belief that someone you loved dear and true is now but gone,
Never really has left you: Theyre in the heart, where they should belong.