• The christmas trees are lined with lights,
    There's snow upon the ground,
    He waits for the sledges to come in
    That very first christmas sound.

    He sees the snow balls flying
    The girls giggling behind barrels
    The boys keep on throwing,and he remembers now,
    Singing with them christmas carols.


    What he wouldnt give for a day spent out there again
    Under the cold clear sky,trudging through snow,and snow,
    And snow.


    To see his eyes lit up again,
    That smile coming back to his face
    Is something she dreams of,
    Something yet to take place.

    He looks outside the window,one last time
    Before turning his wheelchair away,
    Only a few hours left now,before christmas
    Is lost to the coming day.