Just sitting here, surrounded by people, the tree, the presents, and thinking of Christmas past with my lovely dad. Will be heading over there tomorrow first thing as I always do.
Christmas past
Waking up on christmas morn, surprised I slept all through the night
Stocking stuffed with Christmas cheer, and theres my dad, his smile so bright
Peering round the bedroom door...get up wee girl! There's plenty more!
And here's the tree the lights are on, the parcels waiting one by one
We rip them open side by side, its you and me, it's time for fun.
Older now but still at home, and dad is waiting all alone
I park the car and tiptoe in, and there he's sitting with a grin
A special moment ....him and me, we kneel together round the tree
The lights are on,the parcels there, its you and me. It's time to share.
I'm fifty now and still I come, on Christmas morning, to my home
The tree still there, the parcels too, but dad is not the same I knew
It's me that leads him to the tree, and gently tries to make him see
The joy, the love, the memory, the happy days of him and me
Thank you dad for Christmas past, and memories that last and
last....
A Christmas 'present' I will bear, as long as I still have you there
But Christmas future, I just can't see .. a Christmas without you, and me.
I love you dad. Forever xx
Christmas past
Waking up on christmas morn, surprised I slept all through the night
Stocking stuffed with Christmas cheer, and theres my dad, his smile so bright
Peering round the bedroom door...get up wee girl! There's plenty more!
And here's the tree the lights are on, the parcels waiting one by one
We rip them open side by side, its you and me, it's time for fun.
Older now but still at home, and dad is waiting all alone
I park the car and tiptoe in, and there he's sitting with a grin
A special moment ....him and me, we kneel together round the tree
The lights are on,the parcels there, its you and me. It's time to share.
I'm fifty now and still I come, on Christmas morning, to my home
The tree still there, the parcels too, but dad is not the same I knew
It's me that leads him to the tree, and gently tries to make him see
The joy, the love, the memory, the happy days of him and me
Thank you dad for Christmas past, and memories that last and
last....
A Christmas 'present' I will bear, as long as I still have you there
But Christmas future, I just can't see .. a Christmas without you, and me.
I love you dad. Forever xx
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