Sunday morning in December,
Az doesn't really feel like christmas.
The lights are up,
the fake tree is glowing,
the gifts are wrapped,
something's missing.
There's a chill in the air,
coffee's brewing,
songs are playing,
cookies are baking,
buckeyes are making
something's missing.
It really doesn't feel like Christmas.
Family's calling,
tears are falling,
heart is breaking,
new memories are making,
something's missing.
You.
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