Из альбома: This Warm December: A Brushfire Holiday, Volume 1
No, there won't be Christmas for me this year
For the simple reason being you're not here
There won't be eggnogs by the cozy fire
There won't be glasses of mulled wine, either
There won't even be a Christmas tree
Cuz you're not here to light it up with me
Santa, honey, won't you bring my baby back to me?
Cuz I miss him, yes, I miss him oh so dearly
I haven't sent him his Christmas card
Cuz that will mean we really are apart
The Christmas stockings are as empty as my heart
I know you're away doing something good
But just this once, baby, if you could
You know you can and you know you should
Cuz Christmas won't be Christmas without you
It won't be Christmas without you
Two days 'till Christmas and I'm still waitin' outside
Wishing upon a star that you'll be coming home tonight
But it was cold, it was getting late
Sadly I crept back into bed
But then I felt a soft kiss on my cheek
I opened my eyes and there my baby was with me
My baby came back for me
Merry Christmas, baby
Merry Christmas, baby
Merry Christmas!