Blue Christmas Boots

There’s a pair of blue Christmas boots

Sitting underneath the tree

I bought ’em back in November

When you were still here with me

I thought you’d wear ‘em Christmas morning

Walking barefoot down the hall

Now they’re sitting by the fireplace And I can’t bring myself to

move them at all

Those blue Christmas boots

Still look like you

Red ribbon around ‘em

Like I always pictured you

I thought we’d dance across this old floor When the Christmas lights

came on

Now those blue Christmas boots Are waiting for someone who’s gone

Your coffee cup is in the cupboard

Your picture’s by the door

I keep finding little pieces

Of the life we had before

The radio’s playing Christmas songs But I don’t hear them anymore

All I hear is that old screen door

And your footsteps on the floor

Maybe I’ll put ‘em in a box

Maybe I’ll give ‘em away

Maybe someday I’ll be able To look at them and smile again

But tonight they’re staying right there Where I can see them from

my chair

Those blue Christmas boots

Still look like you

Red ribbon around ‘em

Like I always pictured you

I thought we’d dance across this old floor When the Christmas lights

came on

Now those blue Christmas boots Are waiting for someone who’s gone

Maybe next Christmas

I’ll put them away

Maybe next Christmas I’ll be okay But tonight’ Those blue Christmas boots

Are all I have of you.