Vanessa Peters The Christmas We Hoped For
This will be the year that we are here
This will be a Christmas lived in the present tense
Held together by the string of lights around the house
That cast out their glow on the faces of our friends
And every year
The season of cheer
Is tinged with a slight hint of gray
But we carry on in the hopes
That the Christmas we've wanted for so long
Would come our way
And this will be the year that we are here
The phone lines stay open, the cards are in the mail
No grievances past from long ago
The memory of hurt has grown dim and frail
And every year
The season of cheer
Is tinged with a slight hint of gray
But we carry on in the hopes
That the Christmas we've wanted for so long
Would come our way
And this will be the year that we are here
Surrounded by love and firmly in the now
The Christmas we had hoped for we had all along
But just overlooked somehow
Somehow...
