We miss old friends at Christmas
If they are not around
The laughter from their voices
It was a cheery sound
The joys of singing carols
With words all of our own
And dancing around the kitchen
To the latest pop stars tones
The passing of each present
That Santa’s sack would bring
We’ll hold these thoughts forever
And all the love they’d bring
We’d toast in every New Year
Each time the numbers changed
Then wish the best to all things
As new futures we would claim
The house is now so empty
For parties they are past
But we’ll have all those memories
Of friends that we’d been cast
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