Christmas in the UK

Verse 1 (UK cadence, slow, fragile — voice breaking at start and end)

I’m… makin’ coooookies on my ooown to-night,

The kettle hums loooow, but it don’t feel right.

Your chair sits em-pty by the fliiickerin’ flame,

I whisper your naaaame, but it don’t sound the same.

Snow-ooow keeps fallin’ on the glass out-side,

But it melts too quiiick, like the tears I hide.

And I choke at the start, choke again at the end,

Writin’ Christmas cards I’ll never send.

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Verse 2 (UK cadence, semi-fast but stretched vowels — like crying)

I walked through the paaaark where the tree lights glow,

Couples hand in hand in the colllld wind blow.

I stop by the branches just to hear them sing,

But your voice is missin’, it’s an empt-y thing.

Presents un-wraaaapped on the bedroom floor,

I don’t bother with the ribbons like I did before.

And the accent draaaaws out the words I can’t keep,

Like “looove,” like “time,” when I fall to sleep.

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Verse 3 (outro flow — trembling, high notes crack at end)

I’m standin’ by the Christ-mas tree, lights turn dim,

Singin’ carols alooone, but they all sound grim.

Every ornament swiiings with the weight of the past,

But the star at the top never seems to last.

And I choke on “merr-y,” and I stumble on “bright,”

Stretchin’ out the syllables, but they cut to-night.

It’s a Christ-mas song, but it bleeds, it cries…

(voice cracks, high pitched)

Without youuu here… the season dies.