All I want for Christmas is to wake up with you there
Beside me as you were in times not long ago.
For stockings, decorations, wrapped-up gifts I have no care.
Without you these things I don't want to know.
On a day we should be merry I for one will be so blue
And pass the time in dismal solitude.
When I'm looking at your photo I'll be smiling that is true,
My only retrospective interlude.
No giving or receiving on the morning will take place,
No loitering beneath the mistletoe,
The day I know wil drag along at leaden-footed pace;
No more that well-remembered Yo-Ho-Ho!
Exchanging presents used to be such fun.
Wish you'd be here and I could give you one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem