that you're not here to see the lights
That we're not making matching
I don't need you here to warm my winter nights
I don't buy into the myth of mistletoe
It's important to remember that
But as flurries swirl midair,
I stop and say a silent prayer
Christmas sucks as much as mine
I don't know if you'd have
Would you let me make you skate in
what's meant to be is meant to be
And the twinkle lights still
So it's really not so tragic
You're not here to share the magic
Though it is a little lonely, I admit
Still the silver bells are ringing
An d the carolers are singing
I don't mind that I won't
It gives my soul a little lift
That I won't have to return it
And as anacondas are drinking
I still wonder what you're thinking
Are you wishing things were
So I really hope that yours sucks more
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