She likes surprises
And at Christmas
even more
So I do
what I can
To give her
surprises galore
Each year
it gets harder
But I do
what I can
This year I
will tell her
I haven’t
always been a man
She likes surprises
And at Christmas
even more
So I do
what I can
To give her
surprises galore
Each year
it gets harder
But I do
what I can
This year I
will tell her
I haven’t
always been a man
I’m sitting here in dread
Memories of
you filling my head
Sitting
here so totally alone
Afraid of
Christmas on my own
It was always
you and me
Doing
Christmas so merrily
Then you
had to go and die
Leaving me
with no goodbye
Losing you was
such a blow
I know you
didn’t choose to go
But I’m the
one that’s left
I’m the one
lonely and bereft
And for
that simple reason
I close the
curtains on the season
I will make
my Christmas solitary
And not
have to try to be merry
And I will
avoid the usual jollity
All our friends and their frivolity
Little donkey, little donkey on the dusty road,
Got to keep on plodding onwards, with your precious load.
- Stuff that can’t we get the bus?
There is a pain in my chest
Where my
heart used to be
There are tears
in my eyes
That are
blinding me
Let the
season pass
Without my
participation
Christmas
won't be merry
Is my sad
anticipation
On the eve of the special day
As the fire
burns in the grate
I long for
eternal goodwill
And an end
to eternal hate
I dream of Christmas
Laying in
my cozy room
Dreaming of
the carol singers
Singing
their Christmas tunes
In 1950 Los Angeles, the struggling Hoover Street Baptist Church calls
Rev. Will Douglas (Hari Rhodes) of Arkansas to serve as its pastor, with his
wife Sarah (Lynn Hamilton), his mother Bessie (Beah Richards), and his four
children, he crosses the country just before Christmas in his late father's
1941 Ford woody wagon, which just barely makes the trip to a poor church in
California where the congregation is drifting away and the church itself is
scheduled for demolition.
Will there be a Christmas miracle?