A Christmas Prayer (feat. Mae Whitman & Carlos Valdes)

I don't care that you're not here to see the lights That we're not making matching footprints in the snow I don't need you here to warm my winter nights I don't buy into the myth of mistletoe It's important to remember That December's just December Then it's over and by new years I'll be fine But as flurries swirl midair I stop and say a silent prayer I hope your Christmas sucks as much as mine I don't know if you'd have helped me choose a tree Would you let me make you skate in central park? Either way, what's meant to be is meant to be And the twinkle lights still come on after dark So it's really not so tragic You're not here to share the magic Though it is a little lonely I admit Still the silver bells are ringing And the carolers are singing And I really hope you also feel like shit I don't mind that I won't buy that perfect gift Based on something I remembered you once said Come to think it gives my soul a little lift That I won't have to return it 'cause I never plan ahead And as Santa cons are drinking I still wonder what you're thinking Are you wishing things were like they were before? This Christmas kind of sucks Because of you this Christmas sucks So I really hope that yours sucks more