I used to call December My favorite time of the year Trees dresses in bows, and lights hanging aruond Said soon, Christmas day would be here
Now I stand alone at my window Watcing the crowds rushing by Christmas to me is a sad memory As gray as that cold winter sky
I used to love to see the red & green of Christmas In snowy white the world was like a fairy tale But the colors of December have all run away with you Now nothing looks the same to me Since Christmas turned blue
All of the memories, lost like a dreamer Beautiful Raimbows, coming after the rain all night long (訳:失った夢だけが美しく見えるのはなぜかしら) You fill me away, all of the kindness in your heart And all I have left are sweet memories, because of...