| Snow is falling Christmas Eve
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| Lights are coming on up and down the street
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| The sound of carols fills the air
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| And people rushing home, families everywhere
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| Are putting candles in the windows
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| Lights upon the tree
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| But there’s no laughter in this house
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| Not like there used to be
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| There’s just a million little memories
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| That remind me you’re not here
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| It’s just a different kind of Christmas this year
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| And in the evening, fires glow
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| Dancing underneath the mistletoe
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| A letter left from Santa Claus
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| Won’t be the same this year in this house because
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| There’s one less place set at the table
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| One less gift under the tree
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| And a brand new ache
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| To take their place inside of me
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| I’m unwrapping all these memories
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| Fighting back the tears
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| It’s just a different kind of Christmas this year
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| And there’s voices in the driveway
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| Family’s right outside the door
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| And we’ll try to make this Christmas
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| Like the ones we’ve had before
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| And as we gather round the table
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| I see joy on every face
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| And I realize what’s still alive
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| Is the legacy you made
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| It’s time to put the candles in the windows
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| The lights upon the tree
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| It’s time to fill this house with laughter
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| Like it used to be
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| Just because you’re up in heaven
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| Doesn’t mean you’re not near
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| It’s just a different kind of Christmas
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| It’s just a different kind of Christmas this year |