I crunch across the street
To that Maine man
Who sells us our tree every year
He asks how we’ve been
I just smile
And say “bag up that five-foot blue
Spruce, please…
Nice trees.”
The taxi ride home
I’m just fine
It’s just me and that tree and Abdul
He shows me the lights
Red or green doesn’t matter
Pedestrians scatter ‘neath
A snowflake of light suspended
High above Fifty-Seventh
We slide to my stoop, I track in
Put up that spruce, step back and see
How it’s gonna be
Christmas without you
It’s hitting home, I’m all alone
Christmas without you
So unfamiliar
Christmas without the love we shared
A little much to bear
This Christmas…
At least you left the lights
Okay, half
Probably the ones that blink
Where are you tonight?
Every day I’m a mess
Even Rudolph’s depressing
I hop on a train to Macy’s
Thinking I’ll just replace these
Memories we made together
But all the memory shelves are bare
Christmas without you
It’s hitting home, I’m all alone
Christmas without you
So unfamiliar
Christmas without the love we shared
It’s far too much to bear
Don’t think I’ll ever be the same
This Christmas without you
Lonely are the days…
Lonely are the nights without you...