I don’t want to see
A single Christmas tree
I don’t want to think about
Christmas this year

I don’t want hear
All those songs of cheer
I don’t want to think about
Christmas this year

Maybe it’s the world today
Makes me feel this way
Maybe it’s the things
I just can’t change

I don’t have time
For all these sentimental rhymes
I don’t want to think about
Christmas this year

But I see love
In a hand wrapped in a medical glove
I feel good will
In a blanket given for the winters chill

And there may not be
Peace on Earth
But you can reach out your hand
And hope that it returns

Winter comes but it's hard to celebrate
Christmas time in a world that's filled with fear and hate
This year of all years I'll kneel down and pray
Time for a saviour to show us the way

And I'll search for a blessing
As hard as it seems
And I'll try to remember
What Christmas really means

I don't want to see
A single Christmas tree
I don't want to think about
Christmas this year

I don't want hear
All those songs of cheer
I don't want to think about
Christmas this year

But I see love
In a hand wrapped in a medical glove
I feel good will
In a blanket given for the winters chill

And there may not be
Peace on Earth
But you can reach out your hand
And hope that it returns

And there may not be
Peace on Earth
But you can reach out your hand
And hope that it returns

(Music and Lyrics: The Memory Club)