We’re Lucky to Have Christmas
Time stood still and my heart stopped,
When she announced she was leaving that night.
It didn’t sink in that she meant what she said,
Until she got on the very next flight.
I think of the time I wasted,
Letting it slowly slip through my hands.
I could have been loving her,
Rather than complaining and giving commands.
She promised she would love me forever.
I think she intended it to be true.
I said I could survive on my own
But deep within my heart I knew.
I could have used time in segments,
Dinner for two, flowers, a loving glance,
Instead I spent time on my own interests,
And time didn’t give a second chance.
It was the season to laugh and be jolly
And the time to play in the snow.
But it was a sad time for me that year.
She wouldn’t be under the mistletoe.
We wouldn’t be watching a parade together,
From the very first float to the last.
I made many mistakes along the way.
And now our parade had gone past.
She talked about having quality time,
And times we could just hang out.
I insisted she was my very best friend.
But I gave her many reasons to doubt.
The Christmas lights in that bar were blurry,
The drinks were making me cry.
I hadn’t told her how much I loved her,
Yet I knew I was a lucky guy.
I was ready to go home and decide what to do.
I needed some time to think.
I heard a voice calling my name,
Then, “Cowboy, can I buy you a drink?”
I’ve never seen a face more beautiful.
She had returned and was smiling at me.
Now I’m a reformed and loving man.
I’m sure that’s the way it should be.
That’s my Christmas story,
I hope you take a moment to pause.
If she hadn’t returned there wouldn’t be Christmas.
If you don’t believe what I told you,
Just ask my wife, Mrs. Claus.
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