We'll leave a chair Surrounded by festive cheer, I can't help but feel sorrow, because this Christmas, you won't be here. At the table we'll leave a chair, because no one else could possibly fill the space, that your absence has left there. This year you may not be visiting, but we'll still share all our stories, because I know that you're still listening. I still feel you so close, though you're far above. Missing you more than ever this season. It's true what they say, that grief is the price we pay for love.