THE STORY:
This song shreds me…years later I’m still unable to sit through it without dissolving. Very late one lonely Christmas evening the spirits of my deceased grandmother, my childhood home that burnt down, and my obliterated youth all swooped in. A very silent bedroom swirling with electric recollections of times and places and people long passed. And so I began to write…
THE LYRICS:
Val and I made snow angels in ’84
The ice was as slippery as the memories
I’m longing for - that was a simple time.
Grandma- the yelling - you must have
hated
the way
Our family splintered in that northern town
Tucked far away
How I loved Lake Erie.
Oh Geraldine how this world misses you
Somehow I know that this isn’t Christmas alone.
I always thought that I’d return to that
room
one day
Feel like a small hero
Reflect - I’ve come such a long way
Just a simple dream
What happens in blizzards and happens in wars
Happened to my bedroom
I’d never leave that house I swore.
I loved it that much
Old Chautauqua Hill how this world misses you
Somehow I know that this isn’t Christmas alone.
Now fires can damage but words they can heal
My mom’s still in that small town probably
feeling
The same way I feel - slightly blue.
Go to the North Pole just four towns away
Jeremy there’s no Santa
but pretend for your brother’s sake
(Goodbye, goodnight)
I’m dreaming December.
Go pick up that phone
And tell your kid fears to stop calling
I still get the feeling this isn’t
Christmas Alone
Santa I miss my family
And my teenage security.