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letra de my christmas - don santo

verse 1: the fallen
there’ll be one missing christmas
one place at table—bare
one smiling face we’ll yearn for
just knowing you’re not there
one present left beneath the tree
after all have been passed out
with pretty ribbon posed atop—
a heartfelt gift, no doubt
voices soft, diminished
we’ll sing a christmas song
hoping next year’s easier
for you have been gone long
the joy of your great laughter
as the children gathered ‘round—
your spirit more like ‘peter pan’
in revelry and sound
the snow outside—light falling
of which you were so fond
swift on skis and snowboard
and skating on the pond
cozy by a crackling fire
we’ll surely quiet sit
recalling times your lengthy frame
would stretch in front of it
we’ll have to gather all our faith
and be of one accord
knowing you are safe with him—
spending christmas with our lord…
chorus
you are my umbrella x2
in times of rain…
you are my shelter x2
in times of storm…

verse 2: family
oh laisha
tell yo siblings that the papa loves them
kwenye maisha
bila ariadah ningekua street thug
moyo mpole wa kutulia kabisa
wewe amina ulinifunza mama
writing you
a text
from nairobi streets
telling you that am missing you
is all that i can do for now
unaniliza moyo nikiwamisi
mustake jua vile ninahisi
family
yo the saviours i know
all my fans
yo the santics i heart
rabana wabariki wote
amina
chorus
you are my umbrella x2
in times of rain…
you are my shelter x2
in times of storm…

verse 3: klassik love
if i decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny b-lls, but do not show love to my family, i’m just another decorator
if i slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family, i’m just another cook
if i work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that i have to charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing
if i trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir’s cantata but do not focus on christ, i have missed the point
love stops the cooking to hug the child
love sets aside the decorating to kiss the spouse

chorus
you are my umbrella x2
in times of rain…
you are my shelter x2
in times of storm…

[outro]

- don santo

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