Alone at Christmas

Tiny wrapped boxes

Underneath green branches

What are the chances its December

The cold winds blowing

Through the mistletoe and

Stockings are floating above the fireplace

But here's the thing about Christmas

They say it don't mean nothing

Unless you've got

Somebody else to share it with

But I'm alone this Christmas

And I'll be ok

I'll have my own kinda

Special holiday

You think I'd be blue

Here without you

But I'm fine under the colored lights

Here alone

Here alone

At Christmas time

One foot of snow

And apple cider to go

Complete with angels

And a carrot nosed man

White and red ornaments

And everything festive

Carefully sewn onto

My knitted sweater vest

But here's the thing about Christmas

They say it don't mean nothing

Unless you've got

Somebody else to share it with

But I'm alone for Christmas

And I'll be ok

I'll have my own kinda

Special holiday

You think I'd be blue

Here without you

But I'm fine under the colored lights

Here alone

Here alone

At Christmas time

And if I had to guess

What list you're on

I'd be guessing you'd be getting

Coal all year long

I'm alone for Christmas

And I'll be ok

I'll have my own kind of

Special holiday

You think I'd be blue

Here without you

But I'm fine under the colored lights

Here alone

Here alone

Oh here alone

Here alone

At Christmas time