It's come around to Christmastime again;
A time when lights adorn the happy home,
When life and love are right inside our hands,
And laughter lets up know we're not alone.
The sparkling snow that falls upon the Earth
Has joy enough to make the cold worthwhile,
And all the money spent has little worth
Compared to seeing all the children smile.
The eve before the day, the world is still,
With dreams within each heart of pure delight;
The lighted star that stand upon the hill
Is all that I can dream about that night.

Yet ever since he died a year ago,
That star just doesn't seem to want to glow.