Christmas Angel

He waits there every year
Then my heart bumps with fear

i feel his touch running down my back
then i feel the need to suddenly attack

his cold hands rub on my frozen face
i look in his big brown suitcase

we walk away from the airport
All them Christmas's being in court

a tear comes down i tried to hide it
my heart just cant stay lit

he talks about the last Christmas
that special one last kiss

i try to stop but he drags me back
when I'm near him i try and cut the slack

all the sorries he tells me
i try to wish but he just cant see

being with that girl knowing ill be sad
what about our poor children waiting for there dad

there Christmas tree has one last present
its to me just something thats been lent

I'm sorry we have to separate
the planes waiting I'm going to be late

me and the children wrote this letter
it was all for the better

I'm sorry I'm not the thing that has fell
i am not your Christmas ANGEL