The empty chairs

Three chairs sit empty on Christmas Day

In decades past my nearest family 

Sat their in the front room 

Munching on spouts and pulling crackers 

They to vanished one by one 

And Christmas got a little smaller 

No more Bing on the stereo for Nan 

No more singing in welsh for grandad 

Then no more mum helping dad in the kitchen 

The carols still played from kings

But Christmas was changed 

In character 

Christmas is now a time for memory 

If I could have one Christmas miracle 

I d wish those chairs no longer sat idol 

The spirit of this season 

Is more haunted than the hallows Eve 

Though friendly spirits linger here 

Their laugher carries though the years 

Into the hearts of little dears 

Whom for Christmas time is new

They do not see the empty chairs

nor did I , they are unseen by youth

For Christmas is eternal 

And we are not

And so is ever bitter sweet 

Up and down the nation 

From household to household 

It’s babies first Christmas dressed as an elf 

It’s double time and FaceTime for those in work 

It may be Nans last Christmas but she put way the sherry 

Each Christmas in every home the greatest joy is seeing those chairs filled 

As we move up the ages 

And Christmas changes 

And still stays the same