My December

Looking onward
not backwards
wishing upon a star
hoping Christ the lord will listen to little old me
I am here waiting for the answers as to how I will rescue thee
my one true love, my whole fantasy

All I want for christmas
is my fiancee
who ahs dissapeared on the horizon
This is to be my fate
diying with a broken heart
oh this is whats to become of me
in my December

He went off in that big old truck
is that what its called?
With his heart on his sleeve in that old way of his
I miss him dearly.
but off to war
was his calling
we had to postpone the stupid wedding

All I want for christmas
is my fiancee
who ahs dissapeared on the horizon
This is to be my fate
diying with a broken heart
oh this is whats to become of me
in my December

My December