The lights, the sights, the scents, the sounds,
The ice rink, the big wheel, the merry-go-round.
The funny man who’s dressed all in red,
The big present sack at the end of your bed.
The smile on your face from ear to ear,
Yet for some reason mum and dad shed a tear,
The last time we’ll have a first Christmas here.
Next year with excitement your heart will burst,
But never again will it be your first.