My Kind of Christmas

MY KIND OF CHRISTMAS How I miss the evening city streets Brightly lit, in yellow, red and green Strolling under them, ‘til we get tired feet How I miss the simple dinners How I miss the cheers and laughters How I miss the simple Christmases with You. How I miss waking up at dawn Hearing Christmas Mass, though I still yawn It’s OK, as long as I’m with You Will it still happen, I don’t know It’s a question left for all All there is, is hoping we won’t fall. The sunlight will shine on us so soon But in the meantime let the moon and stars light you It’s a wonder why we cannot see The beauty of simplicity Of the manger where He was born for all… How I miss hearing Christmas Carols that we sing, Though we’ve forgotten the words, and even how they’re sung Like the meaning of true Christmas that we need to find ourselves That these all’s about His life for all. The sunlight will shine on us so soon But in the meantime let the moon and stars light you It’s a wonder why we cannot see The beauty of simplicity Of the manger where He was born for all… How I miss the evening city streets Brightly lit, in yellow, red and green Strolling under them, ‘til we get tired feet How I miss the simple dinners How I miss the cheers and laughters How I miss the simple Christmases with You. How I miss hearing Christmas Carols that we sing, Though we’ve forgotten the words, and even how they’re sung Like the meaning of true Christmas that we need to find ourselves That these all’s about His life for all. Like the meaning of true Christmas that we need to find ourselves That these all’s about His life for all.