So, it's back to just the two of us this Christmas.
It seems hardly worth the bother of it all.
It's not the way it used to be
Back when the kids were small.
The wrapping of the presents,
Filling socks with sweets and toys.
A doll's house for Rebecca,
A train-set for the boys.
There was so much excitement then,
The world seen through their eyes.
The kids awake at four a.m.,
Whispered pleasure and surprise.

But, it's back to just the two of us this Christmas.
Shame the grand-children should live so far away.
We could have bought a Christmas tree,
Played games on Christmas day,
Hung stockings by the fire,
Sung carols at the door,
Watched the kids open their presents,
Wrapping strewn across the floor.
I could have dressed as Santa 
Like a festive garden gnome;
But, its best that little children
Spend their Christmases at home.

So, it's back to just the two of us this Christmas.
Like it used to be before the kids were born.
Remember our first Christmas Eve
When we stayed up 'til dawn.
No one else to worry us,
Doing what we liked to do.
Christmas lunch at seven-thirty,
Decorations in the loo.
Drinking mulled wine by the fire,
Midnight service with our friends.
All those special Christmas memories
Wrapped in love that never ends.