My first Christmas without Dad.
*****************

When I last saw Daddy
he was ill, shrouded in white.
He said to be a good girl . . .
to learn to ride my bike.

All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.

I rode, still he left us
and I didn't understand.
What was this thing--cancer--
that hurts a full grown man?

All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.

Daddy was laid to sleep;
Mom would not let me go.
Where did they hide my Daddy?
Will someone let me know?

All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.

In my dreams Daddy's home--
in his arms ev'rything's swell.
So if you see my Daddy
send him home for a spell.

All I want for Christmas
is Daddy to come home.
I was five when Daddy left
but now I'm six, half-grown.

God, please take his cancer
it's the only gift I need.
You know how much I love him . . .
bring him home . . . or please take me.