She woke this Christmas Morning,
Her face was wet with tears,
There was an aching in her heart
That mourned the death of childhood years.

She wanted her to stay a while...
That child she used to be...
To stay with her and plays with gifts
That lay beneath the tree...

But she said she mustn't linger,
She said her job was done.
There couldn't live in her
The two of them
With room for only One.

So she slipped out through
Her window, and
As she dried her tears away,
She heard her say in parting,
"Love was born on Christmas Day."