Christmas with my Mom

No mistletoe for me No Santa under my tree No carolers at the door Singing Christmas songs No gift lasted as long No memory quite as strong As waking up and having Christmas with my mom A young boy, excited, sitting next to the tree His mom comes in with the smell of her coffee She's excited to see the look there in his eyes When he opens up the box and finds his surprise A guitar like he wanted But he couldn't grasp How hard she worked to give him A magical Christmas The noises that he made were joyous and loud He practiced every day just to make her proud No mistletoe for me No Santa under my tree No carolers at the door Singing Christmas songs No gift lasted as long No memory quite as strong As waking up and having Christmas with my mom An old man watching his kids sitting by the tree Now it's him who puts on the coffee He gives the kids their gifts just to see their surprise While remembering the joy in his mother's eyes He picks up his guitar and plays Christmas songs While his wife and all the grandkids sing along I wish I could be home with you right now Every day I hope just to make you proud No mistletoe for me No Santa under my tree No carolers at the door Singing Christmas songs No gift lasted as long No memory quite as strong As waking up and having Christmas with my mom No mistletoe for me No Santa under my tree No carolers at the door Singing Christmas songs No gift lasted as long No memory quite as strong As waking up and having Christmas with my mom