The Little Things of Christmas

There's a chipped coffee cup with a reindeer sleigh. And an old

plastic wreath that's been stored away. I'll find them with the bells

that I'll hang on the door. And smile to myself that it's Christmas

once more. It's the little things I do that I do every year.

There's not much to them all but they bring me the cheer. That I need

to sustain me when I'm feeling a tear. 'Cause I have so much I

need to forget. It's the little things of Christmas I do to lift my soul.

The changes to come have all left me undone. So many things have taken a