The Music Box

Remember last Christmas Eve
When we sat next to our first tree
Ornaments reflected light
Of a candle in the night.

And I gave you a music box
Back then that seemed like so much
We watched it go round and round
As the melodies unwound.

But all these things are now long gone
And not to be wished upon again.

But the musical box continues to turn
The candle in the window continues to burn
But I know they're just memories
Like Christmas past and you and me.

Remember that old fireplace
That held the room in warm embrace
And as we watched for Christmas ghosts
The fire held the shadows close.

But now upon that Christmas scene
The candle wax of melted dreams
And ornaments of shattered glass
Now belonging to the past.

But all these things are now long gone
And not to be wished upon again.

But the musical box continues to turn
The candle in the window continues to burn
But I know they're just memories
Like Christmas past and you and me.