There will be no Christmas Tree this year, She says she understands...

Things have happened to us both, that were just out of our hands.

And like the baby Jesus, that had hay for a bed that night...

At least we have a roof and warmth, and can hold each other tight.
 
 

There will be no pretty blinking lights, to brighten up the night...

But the stars are free, and we can see, as we hold each other tight.

And like the baby Jesus, who had his own star on that night...

We will pick our very own, to remind us of this night.
 
 

There will be no Christmas Tree this year, she says she understands...

For some are not as fortunate, as to hold their true loves hand.

And some will sleep upon the ground, and feel the chill too deep...

Some will drift off quietly, and never wake from sleep.
 
 

There will be no Christmas Tree this year, but I’m glad I have her here...

And we will dream of better times, and dry each others tears.

So before you fuss about the gifts, that are not right there to see...

Think about the two of us, We'd settle for your tree.

Ron Walker December 1998

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