"You are my Christmas, you never stop giving of your wonderful self.
The only gift I need this year is you, and all the gifts you bring.
Your compassion feeds those around you, yet you give selflessly of your gifts.
Your charity moves those around you, even when you have so little to give.
Everything you are, that is selflessness personified.

Even as the toll of your love takes its toll, you continue to give unto others.
You never stop helping others, even those who would never lift a hand to help you.
You seek to help the world, in ways that no one else has tried in years.
Your hands have helped hundreds, yet your heart has touched thousands.
All that you give, you are my Christmas. All that you are, you are my love.

My memory of you is fading, you went out to help those in need.
You left with your shabby coat, all covered in hand-me downs.
The snow was beginning to fall, you were so beautiful that day.
The apartment was just across the street, yet you just couldn't make it.
Those thugs saw you as a prize, but it wasn't your gifts that they wanted.

Christmas hasn't been the same without you, without the gift of you.
I try to live up to your expectations, to help those in need.
I attempt to help all that I can, but I can only help so many.
Life has gotten hard, without you beside me.
The holidays are grim times indeed, when there's no one to share it with.

You were my Christmas, all covered in snow, you were my everything, you made my life easy.
You were there when I needed you, and yet I wasn't there when you needed me the most.
The last few years have been lost in thought, if only I had gone instead, you would still be here.
Your heart will live on forever in those you helped, although in my heart your starting to fade.
I failed you, and now my dear, I think it's time I join you.

I am a man lost to all reason, my happiness has been torn away.
I was a man of charity and compassion, now I am but a shadow of my former self.
I cannot reclaim what was lost, I hope you can forgive me dear, but it is no longer compassion that I hold in my heart.
I only have room for wrath now, those cowards will know true pain before they meet their ends.
I now know the true meaning of Christmas, I should have cherished what I had, instead of letting it be torn away.

As I sit in my cell on death row, the priests come to pray for me, they could never understand.
It's not that god won't forgive me, it's that I can't forgive myself for tearing up the gift that you had given me.
How could I ever look you in the face again, after what I had done to those people.
They may have been thugs who preyed on the innocent, but what I did was so much worse.
You are my Christmas, and I will never forget you, but I'll understand if you forget me, my love.

You are my Christmas eternal, I will try to remember the good times and not the bad.
My life has been full, I have loved and have been loved in return.
I'm coming to the end of my journey, it has been memorable to say the least.
I know I have done wrong, but I am glad that I have been able to meet one such as you.
You made my life worth living, and I can go to my grave knowing that I had the love of you, my Christmas."