Letras
I hate the silver bells and all the plastic mistletoe
Hate to see them selling Jesus with some cheap cologne
I hate that I'm not welcomed through my parents' front door
Hate that I can't love Christmas anymore
I hate to see the stockings on the mantle hung with care
Hate the rush of shopping for the sweaters they won't wear
And I hate the chance to reconnect
That we just ignore
Hate that I can't love Christmas anymore
I still remember
When I counted down to December
The happiest moments together
Can't we go back to before?
Hate that I can't love Christmas anymore
I hate all the reminders of the way it used to be
How the storms keep cracking branches off our family tree
And now if I go back at all, I always cut it short
I hate that I can't love Christmas anymore
I still remember when I counted down to December
The happiest moments together
Can't we go back to before?
Hate that I can't love Christmas anymore
And one day I could see myself with someone that I love
Singing along to jingle bells with a daughter and a son
Maybe it'll all come true
But right now I'm pretty sure
That I can't love Christmas anymore
And I hate that I don't hate it
I just hate what it stands for
Hate that I can't love Christmas anymore