An Empty Tree at Christmas

My Empty Tree at Christmas, it happens every year

Since my baby left me, all I get are tears.

How can there be a Christmas, how can there be such cheer

I see on people’s happy faces at this time of year.

Can’t they see my heartache; how sad I must appear-

but no one seems to notice me

Not even the man with the big white beard.

There’s Hallmark Christmas Movies, happy endings all

If only my baby saw them perhaps then she would call.

Perhaps she forgot my number-but then she could write

But when I check my mail box, There’s not a card in sight.

How blue will be my Christmas I wish that it was through

When people invite me to parties- I decline and blame the flu.

It doesn’t matter if I’m good all year, now that we are through.

Then why do I have this Christmas tree-I haven’t got a clue.