A knock at the door and the carollers sing,
A beautiful song made famous by Bing.
One of Dad’s favourites and one of mine too,
It’s touching what the memory of one song can do.
I dream of a white Christmas year after year,
And wish that Dad could still be right here.
To enjoy festive re-runs of Bing’s Christmas movie,
Crooning along with Rosemary Clooney.
Sipping his sherry and eating mince pies,
While falling asleep just resting my eyes.
I place the old angel at the top of our tree
And pray that my Dad can look down on me
I turn on the stereo, White Christmas blares out as on cue,
As I raise my glass skyward and say “Dad, this one’s for you”