Decorations are on the tree
Its that happy time of year
But this ones not the same
Without you here
Tinsel sparkles just as bright
Presents flaunt their bows
But with no gift for you
Our sadness grows
The tree stands tall and firm
Clothed in silver and gold
Taken from its prime
before turning old
Chorus
This season is not the same- without you
A dream of white Christmas- turned blue
The gift that really mattered can't be added too
For now…. memories will have to do
Was it a blessing in disguise?
You wont suffer anymore
Where it's Christmas everyday
Forever more
I can see you looking down
Smiling from within
Wanting us to carry on
Until we meet…again
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Our season is not the same- without you
But your dream of white Christmas-came true
The gift that really mattered-no one could undo
With that... memories will get us through
Stephen Boan
Dedicated to my Brother
Thomas Levern Boan Jr.
Nov 22,02
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