I awoke on Christmas morn,
Alone again, and quite forlorn
For there was nothing left for me
Beneath my festooned Christmas tree
Waking up on a Christmas morn.
Bright lights a-twinkle, tinsel a-glitter
Decorations on each branch were fitter
For celebration of the holiday season,
Though for me no rhyme, no reason
To arise on a Christmas morn.
No Santa Claus, HoHo or chimney
Sadness only, so cold within me.
No mantle, no stockings hung with care
Made less of me than I could bear
Being up on a Christmas morn.
That a tear came to my eye
Was expected, and no surprise.
Loneliness gripped my beating heart
I could not move or play my part
In rising on a Christmas morn.
There was no one around to care
On whether I could stand or bear
My being alone, so alone with me.
In time, my soul will not once more be
Awakening on a Christmas morn.
But Christmas morn afternoon became,
When family with its cheer soon claim,
Of good food, company and all the crew
Drive away memory, the lonesome blue
Of rising lone on a Christmas morn.