Merry Christmas

Home for Christmas A quarterback from 1924 He had a lot of things to think about Too young the first too old the second war He drank but he had things to drink about Thought a lot thought he forgot but could not Forget the things he thought he could forget Really what it was was that he would not Being unready to forget just yet With so much he was on the brink about Like all of us there was a story there Remembering things he maybe should not Things he had done or maybe had not done And so he drank to drive those things away Back to the shadow from the light of day I can understand this from being one Who chased them before they came back to stay But the more you chase them the more they run And they would not stay away as they wore His broken heart down till it beat no more A beat at a time and yet right till then When death took everybody by surprise I smile when I remember him again Smiling to answer through tears in his eyes A question when to live then to die for That he was the luckiest man he knew I asked him why and he said it was you When in December then as a reason Meaning me so that made me happy too Living on the brink of winter season A quarterback from 1924 And I were home for Christmas that last year Too young the first too old the second war And there were gifts but there was something more As the best gift Grandpa ever gave me Love is what it was and what will save me Being unready to forget just yet With so much I am on the brink about I can be happy despite everything Then thought forgotten when remembering When I remember love then as I do As love begins to look like the reason In my unreasoning winter season Christmas is a difficult time to be Remembering and the difficulty Consists for me in what to remember In my December maybe in yours too With so much we are on the brink about Like all of us with stories everywhere We have a lot of things to think about But as we wonder what to remember Meaning you and me gleaning December Gleaning for the meaning of the season We can be happy despite everything Then thought forgotten when remembering When we remember love then as we do And winter becomes the reason for spring A place to die for sometimes to be there To learn at the end love was the reason Home for Christmas anytime anywhere We are when we are in winter season When we remember love then me and you As the best gift those before us gave us Love is what it is and what will save us +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX