Joy to You, Sister

Merry Christmas, Paula

I remember these times
When a three year difference
Wasn't long enough for me
To actually see you

But there came a moment
Where you disappeared
Or perhaps grew up
And that joy suddenly ceased

Whether at home
Or whether the weather
Is fierce outside
I see none but you

Let us sing the family tune
So loud and a touch out of key
With fragile glass lungs and sky-cast eyes
"I'm alive, I'm alive"