This Christmas, We're Home

This Christmas, We're Home

(Pop-Soul)

Intro

Your scarf still hangs beside the door.

The house is quiet. The lights are on for one.

Verse 1

There used to be two coats on the hook.

Snow melting dark where your boots dropped it.

You'd come in from the cold and I'd forget to say it —

that you were just here. That you were home.

Pre-Hook

Some Christmases I still hear it:

your knee finding mine by the fire,

your laugh crossing the room, not a screen.

Chorus

This Christmas, we're home —

in the part of me that keeps you here.

The kettle sings. Your chair pulled close.

This Christmas, we're home.

Verse 2

I still hang your scarf by the door.

Still buy the good bread. Still something for Sunday.

I untangle the lights alone now —

hang the glass bird low, where you always did.

Pre-Hook

Some Christmases I still feel it:

your shoulder settling once against mine,

the weight of you I can't quite reach.

Chorus

This Christmas, we're home —

in the part of me that keeps you here.

The kettle sings. Your chair pulled close.

This Christmas, we're home.

Bridge

Five nights 'til dawn — I still wrap a gift I won't give.

Old habit.

Your name in red twine. Same as always.

Final Chorus

This Christmas, we're home —

just me, and the room the way you left it.

The kettle goes quiet.

Your chair, still close.

Outro

I still hang your scarf by the door every Christmas.

Winter comes.

Your hand doesn't.