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Christmas (1967) Ft. Tim Wilder

by From Breath

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This one is for Grandpa Evans.

Thank you everyone who continues to encourage me to write.

Have a not so blue Christmas.

lyrics

You sang this to me last christmas, and I swore I would always be there
I’ll never miss a holiday and to this day,
I have kept my word 
But you the other hand.
you just had to leave
taken away by who this holiday is for
well since your gone, I want to set a few things straight 
I gotta get this is off my chest

1.I have never like Elvis. I know Its ironic but he was your favorite.
 the way you lit up when he came on the radio
And when he swung or swing or swang his hips (however you say it) just made you so giddy and it was such a pity that you never got to see him live.
But I just couldn’t take you knowing I didn’t like him.

2. I was going to propose this year. Right when you got home. I was a long time coming, I know and winter was always dear to your heart and it had to be just right. But that ring has been burning a hole in my pocket ever since and I refuse to give it to anyone else. 

Now that a year has passed I still can’t look at any ’57 Buicks and don’t even mention sycamore trees. The thought alone makes me sick to my stomach.  I held you with your dying breath and you said you loved me, you said you’d never let go. Yet you slipped away on the highway road. And I sat there thinking how could I ever let go. Oh, how am I supposed to know what to do now.
You were my life.
My future. 
But to be honest though, I sometimes forget what you look like. I try to judge it by pictures but those photographs could never do you justice. But I knew you by your words. The letters wrote to me were like love itself. When you went away to college, I looked forward to every Tuesday when the mail man came. I could feel your heartbeat through the pages. And now I lay clutching that last note written in December of 1966. You told me to wish my mother a merry christmas cause you were like a daughter to her. With tears on my cheeks and hers. I told her what you said. She said she couldn’t believe that you were dead. 

This holiday no longer brings me joy like it did to you. Because that day, my joy was takin away from me.
So I have been dying to ask you. Whats it like up in heaven? Is there the snow you always loved? Does it fall off gently from the trees in the grove or crash down frightfully like on the road.
Is there peace?
Or just pieces?
Like the glass on the street.
Do you have to relive that constant memory?
Like I do?
Or are you safe from the horror?
Listening to the radio next to the fire hoping for the king to make one more appearance before you go to sleep.
Is Jesus there?
Retelling stories of old, of his memories on this spinning stone.
Are the streets made of gold, too?
Are they decorated with garland and tinsel just for you?
Is it perpetually christmas like you always hoped it would be?
Is it everything you wished it could be?
Are you exactly where you should be?

Well, Im down here seeing my hell freeze over watching flake after flake stack like an impossible puzzle. Trying to put my pieces together to form my picture without you.

Birch Creek, WI will never be the same. I mean the town is so small that everyone had their chance for fame. And because of yours they finally built guard rails on that bridge. I guess even in death you still helped people. you always were good at that. helping people

I don’t know if you can see from up their but,I decided not to decorate this year. I don't think I could take it. because amongst  all the decorations you were still the prettiest, and with each glisten,
each sparkle,
EACH DAMNED ORNAMENT,
I see your face. and It just won’t be the same dear,
If you're not here with me

credits

released December 21, 2016
Evan Williams-vocals
Tim Wilder-guest vocals/guitar
Tim Wilder-Recorded/produced

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