We Won't Spend Christmas Alone

My feet are cold.
There's no socks in the drawer.
Stockings and the fire place's roar.
Santa, please sing me to sleep.
I don't know about Christmas anymore.

Things I'm told
Leave me sore.
I want something that can't be bought in a store.
Won't you sing me to sleep?
I don't know about Christmas anymore.

But this year we won't.
We won't spend Christmas alone.