Dad, I won't be back this Christmas too
Don't wait for me, I'm not coming to you
Put up the star on big old tree again
Place the holy Infant, say my name.
Think I am with you, holding your hand
Waltzing to tunes of the Christian band
Gather the street kids, give them my love
Send them a Santa cake and a pair of gloves
Beat your best drum like we always did
Tap your foot as the merry kids sing
As you sit in the chapel at the first bell gong
Close your eyes, remember Mom's song
Let the tears fall, let them wash away
But for me dear Daddy, smile and say - Merry Christmas!
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