This will be the year that we are hereThis will be a Christmas lived in the present tenseHeld together by the string of lights around the houseThat cast out their glow on the faces of our friendsAnd every yearThe season of cheerIs tinged with a slight hint of grayBut we carry on in the hopesThat the Christmas we've wanted for so longWould come our wayAnd this will be the year that we are hereThe phone lines stay open, the cards are in the mailNo grievances past from long agoThe memory of hurt has grown dim and frailAnd every yearThe season of cheerIs tinged with a slight hint of grayBut we carry on in the hopesThat the Christmas we've wanted for so longWould come our wayAnd this will be the year that we are hereSurrounded by love and firmly in the nowThe Christmas we had hoped for we had all alongBut just overlooked somehowSomehow...
