Wish My Kids Were Here - David Bazan

I just want to see my little kids on Christmas

But I’m not so sure that my kids want to see me

They live with their mom in Alabama

And I live with my girlfriend in Nashville, Tennessee

My Christmas-crazy girlfriend’s parents love me

And like her they’re both full of yuletide cheer

And warmly they expect me at their family Christmas party

So I go awhile and fake a smile and drink and drink and drink

And sit and think

Man I wish my kids were here

Christmas Eve come quickly

And Christmas morning go

Cause I long to hand them presents

And watch their faces glow

The judge says if I call them

Then I’ll go straight to jail

But I can send them presents through the mail

Now it’s Christmas morning

And I can’t get out of bed

And I’m ruining her favorite day of the year

She makes us both some breakfast

And brings all the gifts to bed

So for her I try to go along

We hug and kiss and open gifts to Christmas songs

But man I wish my k-

«Is that you?»

«I think that’s your phone»

«Man, oh my God.

Hello?»

«Merry Christmas Daddy!»

«Oh baby girl.

Merry Christmas!»