Merry Christmas, the card was white, like Madison snow
And like snow does, it’s become splotched with brown.
I remember when you told me you were mine for keeps
And I remember how I lost you when your old love returned
You said in the card that you are finished with him now
That you were sure you wanted to be with me again, could I come back
I’d left Madison 8 months before because I wasn’t living there anymore
My world displaced and airless without you, but with you still there
I saw you everywhere with him and nearly died
Finally limped back home to escape that mad darkness
Merry Christmas to me, I wish it had ended up that way
But I was Honolulu bound and couldn’t face the winter again
The fire in the hibachi burns orange and red tonight
Not nearly white-hot, but enough to turn wishes to ash
Lanning Lee 