We won't have a
Christmas
this year, you say
For now the children
have all gone away;
And the house is so
lonely,
so quiet and so bare
We couldn't have a Christmas
that they didn't share.
We won't have a
Christmas
this year, you sigh,
For Christmas means things
that money must buy.
Misfortunes and
illness
have robbed us we fear
Of the things that we'd need
to make Christmas this year.
We won't have a
Christmas
this year, you weep,
For a loved one is gone,
and our grief is too deep;
It will be a long
time
before our hearts heal,
And the spirit of Christmas
again we can feel.
But if you lose
Christmas
when troubles befall,
You never have really
had Christmas at all.
For once you have
had it,
it cannot depart
When you learn that true Christmas
is Christ in your heart.
