A Silent Christmas Without You

The calendar flipped to December 25 And I woke up to a

silence that cuts like a knife The snow's falling gentle

outside the glass pane A perfect Christmas picture, but it's just

me and the rain Falling down from my eyes,

'cause you ain't here to see The string of blue lights on that lonesome

pine tree There are two empty chairs where we used to sit

close And a forgotten garland hung by the ghost of a laugh

and a promise We made long ago, now it's just the