There is a box still under the tree,
The red and green holly dancing across
The plains, little Santas holding their bellies.
It is not forgotten, no, never forgotten.

There's a place missing from the table
The clanging of plates, clinking of glasses
The only noises around the vacant chair.
It is not forgotten, no, never forgotten.

A voice is missing from the choir
One less tender cry belting 'Silent Night'
One missing woolly cap along the back row
But it's not forgotten, no, never forgotten.

One new wreath is placed on the cold earth,
Little droplets sprinkle on the red bow,
Unshed tears for shining souls taken too soon.
They are never forgotten, never forgotten.