[Verse 1] The kitchen smells like cinnamon, but it don’t taste like it used to. Your favorite mug is on the shelf, and I don’t know what to do. I set two plates out by mistake, then stare until my hands shake. [Chorus] It’s Christmas without your laugh, without your eyes, without your half. This house remembers everything, but I don’t hear you in the halls. It’s Christmas without your laugh, and I’m learning how to act— like it doesn’t break my chest to miss you through it all. [Verse 2] The TV plays old holiday shows, the same ones you’d quote all night. I catch myself replying back, then swallow all the sound in spite. There’s wrapping paper on the floor, like evidence of what we were. [Chorus] It’s Christmas without your laugh, without your eyes, without your half. This house remembers everything, but I don’t hear you in the halls. It’s Christmas without your laugh, and I’m learning how to act— like it doesn’t break my chest to miss you through it all. [Bridge] Maybe I’m stuck in that December when you said “always” like a vow. I keep rewinding the memory just to feel you here right now. [Final Chorus] It’s Christmas without your laugh… and even joy feels like an act.
