[Hemmingway69]

Here I sit all alone
My love departed to her home

Drinking wine, a party for one
The joys of life, I have none

But still I sit, in front of this box
With the hope of seeing, her golden locks

My time will come, I can but pray
When we will be together, her home to stay

To you my love, another drink
To much time, to sit and think

Christmas eve,all alone
Until tomorrow, when we talk on the phone

So goodnight my love, till the morrow
Alone and drunk, in pain and sorrow