This 25th

This use to be the season

Of a warm 'hello'

Now there's a chill when the wind blows

The cold would bring expectancy

And a thrill of hope

But where did that all go?

I hope to see my sister here

Guess I'll have to see

Cause she moved to the city

I barely see my family

And I miss our tree

It's a shame life got "busy"

And though I'll have it in a photo

I've reached the age to know

There may not be snow

This 25th

As a child I'd never dream

I would lose this feeling

To the greed and the hurry

Snow solidified the joy

Much more than any toy

If it comes in March, we'll be lucky

And though I'll have it in a photo

I've reached the age to know

There may not be snow

This 25th

The sun is falling faster now

And the frost has grown

Along the blades in the meadow

Small lights adorn the scenery

With a misty glow

Through the fog on the window

What I once thought was sacred

Is not withheld from change

What a gift time has given us

Now my one and only constant

Is a holy Name

This is my Christmas

And so I don't need it in a photo

I've reached the age to know

You're more to me than snow

This 25th