Christmas weaves its magic glow.
With festive spirits all around.
People bustle to and fro,
Seeking perfect gifts that abound
Yet this year all I wish for,
This year all I want,
Is a piece of yesterday’s memory,
Your soul for our children’s hearts.
Too many years you’ve been missing.
They wouldn’t recognize you anymore.
But to see your face, as your children embrace…
A priceless moment I’d adore.
So I’ll look up to the heavens
And search for your shining star.
It’s the closest thing to the gift I want
The gift of a father’s heart.