Merry Christmas Father

It was nine years ago when I lost my father

For a long while it seemed like a bother

I miss smelling his fresh mint cologne

That he would always love to put on 

Even when he went to work and came home

I always loved to taste the pumpkin pie that he used to buy 

Every time I saw it, I would think I was going to cry

He always had a deep voice 

But he never chose the right choice

So everyday I scream his name

While my mother says don't be ashamed 

Through the night I cry myself to sleep 

Hoping I'd hear him make a peep

So children of the world 

Love your father with one strong old

Grasp him tight with your hands

Just like unbreakable rubber bands

I will always remember that you were taller

So Merry Christmas, my father