I’m dreaming of a quiet Christmas, Just like the ones I’ve never known, Where the in-laws all cancel, And the bills aren’t excessive, And I spend the day alone. I’m dreaming of a quiet Christmas, With every silent night I pray, May your days be uneventful, And your small talk be regretful, And your guests all leave by eight on time. I’m dreaming of a quiet Christmas, No buzzing phones or chatty noise, No passive comments whispered, No “so when are you gonna?” asked, Just peace without the toys. I’m dreaming of a quiet Christmas, No travel stress or guilt or shame, No matching pajama shots, No forced traditions claimed, Just calm without the game. I’m dreaming of a quiet Christmas, And if my wish comes true this year, There’ll be no drama brewing, No last-minute sharing, Just me and leftovers here.
