Snow came early that December Like it was trying to bury the truth
You packed your bags while the carols played You said,
I can't do this,
I'm already gone
in my youth I stood in the doorway,
watched your taillights
fade Two weeks before the 25th
You took the warmth, left the lights on the tree
In a silence louder than any gift
I told myself I'd take it down in January
When the hurt felt less like a fresh
cut But January turned to February
And I still haven't moved a single
ornament There's two stockings on a mantle,
one with
Your name in glitter and felt One with mine that's half fallen down
But I can't bring myself to take yours away
I still hang them both every Christmas Eve
Like maybe you'll walk back through the
snow Like maybe love is just running late
And the fire's still waiting for you to come home
The neighbors ask how I'm holding up I smile and say I'm fine,
just keeping busy
Truth is I talk to your empty chair Play
off records and pretend you're with me
I bought the peppermint coffee you like Even though I hate to take
Some habits die harder than hearts And I'm still learning how to wait
I keep your side of the bed made up
Like a shrine I'm afraid to disturb
The pillows still smell like your hair
Or maybe that's just what loneliness does
to a man There's two stockings on a mantle,
one with
Your name in glitter and felt One with mine that's half fallen down
But I can't bring myself to take yours away
I still hang them both every Christmas Eve
Like maybe you'll walk back through the
snow Like maybe love is just running late
And the fire's still waiting for you to come home
This year I almost threw it in the box
Had my hand on the fabric ready to let go
But the stitches spelled the year we got married And
my fingers remembered before my heart could say no
So I hung it higher than ever Like defiance,
like prayer,
like proof
That some ghosts are gentler than others And
some men are still in love with the truth
There's two stockings on a mantle,
yours is faded Mine is torn at the seam
But every December I fill them both
With the wishes I can't stop wishing
I'll keep hanging them till I'm dust on the
floor Till you walk back in from the cold
Either way the fire's still burning And one
of them is still waiting for you to come home
There's two stockings on a mantle,
hmm Merry Christmas darling,
wherever you are