Christmas is coming
and I am so alone
thinking of my childhood
wishing I was home
the smell of fresh tamales
the glory of the songs
now I lie awake and wonder
where did I go wrong
I made my mistakes
and I'm paying for them now
I'd like to live in peace and joy
but I don't know how
there are no friends to visit
the sky outside is cold
I know there is no Santa
and I am turning old
Jesus grant me vision
to see the blessings of my life
let me do my level best
until it turns out right
I need some help this Christmas
I know what I'm dreaming of
Jesus, give us hope this Christmas
Jesus, give us love
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