I saw the Christmas decorations at the mall today, but you won't see them this year. You won't pour that eggnog in your glass, for that taste of holiday cheer. I hear those old holiday standards playing, like the ones we used to sing. You won't answer the phone and say, well how is everything? I'm not quite ready to face the season as nobody's child. I'll sometimes have to search for a reason to paint on a smile. I guess you'll see those lights through my eyes. And drink what I enjoy. We'll try an aria on for size. And remember not to call you this year.