"Merry Christmas,"
I whisper to your urn
Rested on the mantle
As the fire burns
I decorated the tree
Made it nice just for you
Put an angel at the top, instead of a star
Just like we used to do
I hung above your ashes
A bundle of mistletoe
I miss you so much, Johnny
You'll never even know
I kiss the cool urn's finish
And whisper, "Good night"
Then I walk to the door
And turn off the light
