The perfect Christmas

People going shopping, and people walking by,

But all I want to do is drink my sad glass of red wine.

‘Cause all the Christmas happy things have died, too long ago

And everybody's faking it, it’s sad, I just don’t know.

And all the people making plans, staying all together,

Smiling at the decored tree and taking about the weather

Am I the only one who sees the Christmas evening sad?

And dreams about the joy and childhood that once had?

But I don’t mind, I just do not. I really love my sadness.

And I’ll enjoy my perfect Christmas, all alone in darkness.

In the sad decked room which smells of dead tree pine

‘Cause all I want to do is drink my sad glass of red wine…