Something’s missing

The lights are strung, the fire's aglow,

Snow falls soft on the world below.

But in this house, it's quiet and still,

Your old chair’s empty, and it always will.

Oh, the tree's still shining, the carols play,

But something's missing on Christmas Day.

The laughter's gone, the stories too,

An empty chair where I once had you.

Your boots by the door, still covered in dirt,

Your favorite hat, the brim soaked in sweat.

I hear your voice in the crackle of the fire,

But it fades too quick, like the taste of the whiskey.

And every stocking's hung in line,

But not the one that used to be yours.

Oh, the tree's still shining, the carols play,

But something's missing on Christmas Day.

The laughter's gone, the stories too,

An empty chair where I once had you.

I try to keep the spirit alive,

For our families sake, I try and I strive.

But the glow don’t warm me, the bells don’t ring,

Christmas lost its meaning when you earned your wings.