What would you like for Christmas,
I wonder again this year,
Pyjamas, slippers, a jumper ?
There's no chance of them, I fear.
There are some limitations
On whatever I choose for you,
Your abode is far away now,
To reach you is hard to do.
The gift that's finally chosen
Must be truly genuine,
Fit into your pocket;
Be meaningful within.
You rest assured, I shall find
A token of my love,
That will sit right in your heart,
And just fit you like a glove.
From out my soul, I give to you
Memories still treasured.
They take no space, and are so small,
Their worth cannot be measured.
I send them now for you to catch,
As you pass by going home,
Good times past, recorded then,
Memories in which to roam.
Accept this gift from me to you,
Bag full of memories dear.
Mull over them enjoy the same,
Still I wipe away a tear.
For you are gone this Christmas,
Have long since breathed your last.
Nothing can I send you,
To hide dark shadows cast.