My Christmas Wish

There I was.. 10 years old
Writing my christmas list for santa
Do you want to know what I was doing?
Crying in my room as I wrote these words:

Dear Santa
I was hoping that since I've been good this year
Could you please stop these tears?
All I want for christmas is
My Grandad back

Here I am.. I'm now 19
And even though I truly know that santa isn't real now
I still pray to god
That he brings you back to me
There is no denying
You're in a better place
But I still just wish that you were here
Alive and well

It's been eleven years
I just can't get over it; I just can't let you go
I just can't find a way to accept
That you're actually gone

So here I am.. once again
Writing the same old letter
To the one and only santa
I stopped believing in 1997
The day my Grandad died
But if there's one thing that you can do
Bring him back; please just bring him back

Year after year, christmas after christmas
I sit there in my room, I cry and write santa a letter
And in this letter, every year
Are the following words that remain in my heart:

Dear Santa
I was hoping that since I've been good this year
Could you please stop these tears?
All I want for christmas
Ohh all I want for christmas
Is my Grand.. daddy, here, alive and well
I just want my grandad back