This will be the year that we are here This will be a Christmas lived in the present tense Held together by the string of lights around the house That cast out their glow on the faces of our friends And every year The season of cheer Is tinged with a slight hint of gray But we carry on in the hopes That the Christmas we've wanted for so long Would come our way And this will be the year that we are here The phone lines stay open, the cards are in the mail No grievances past from long ago The memory of hurt has grown dim and frail And every year The season of cheer Is tinged with a slight hint of gray But we carry on in the hopes That the Christmas we've wanted for so long Would come our way And this will be the year that we are here Surrounded by love and firmly in the now The Christmas we had hoped for we had all along But just overlooked somehow Somehow...