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Dear Dad,
As I look back over the years
of all the Christmas Eves together,
memories start pouring in.
I guess as we get older we realize
just how much the ones we miss
and love so dearly played such an
important part in our lives.
“The sad thing is we thought”
we had forever to share these
wonderful times together...
But time went too fast.
So as I sat inside my truck
in the farm yard I opened the
window and listened, there were
no voices to be heard. All was
silent. But yet I could actually
envision you and ma and us kids
and grandpa and grandma doing
things on the farm.
Then again the silence came back
So as I sat there I started out of the
blue to put words into a song. I
called it “I Can’t Go Home for
Christmas anymore...”
Children smiling gayly
Dad he’s kissing Ma, underneath the mistletoe
Right next to the tree
Presents all sprawled out on the floor
as my eyes gaze softly toward the door
I can’t go home for Christmas anymore
‘Cause there’s no one there to greet me at the door
I can’t go home for Christmas anymore
‘Cause there’s no one left to greet me at the door
As I turn the lights all off and I gaze at the memories on
the walls
as the tears flow softly down my cheeks
I look up to heaven and I speak
I can’t go home for Christmas anymore
‘Cause there’s no one there to greet me at the door
I can’t go home for Christmas anymore
‘Cause there’s no one left to greet me at the door...
I miss you Dad and Merry Christmas,
Love, your Bonnie
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