Sandra's Coming to Play - Experiential Acceptance

Got that text of you in my red scarf Makes me feel, we're not that far apart But relationships over the phone can be hard, they strain the heart But I swear, this year we'll go back to the start 'Cause I just need to see you This Christmas, this Christmas I'll be coming home to you Coming home to you This Christmas, my wish is To be coming home to you In the snow with you This Christmas, I'll be coming home to you I miss the way the snow falls on your face Christmas in California ain't the same (those nights) I've been gone to long, missed all those holidays I'll take the blame But I swear, this year won't be the same Oh, I can't wait to see you again I can't wait to see you again Oh, I just need to see you again I just need to see you This Christmas, this Christmas I'll be coming home to you Coming home to you This Christmas, my wish is To be coming home to you In the snow with you This Christmas, I'll be coming home to you I'll be coming home to you Oh, I'll be coming home Life's pushed me down every road To get me where all I should go But I can't fill my hole alone, oh-oh-oh So this Christmas, this Christmas I'll be coming home to you Coming home to you This Christmas, my wish is To be coming home to you In the snow with you This Christmas, I'll be coming home to you

You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town He's making a list And checking it twice He's gonna find out Who's naughty or nice Santa Claus is coming to town He sees you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake! You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town He sees you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming Santa Claus is coming Santa Claus is coming To town

I used to wake to the morning and feel like the world was created for me I used to wait for the morning so eagerly, sometimes I just couldn't sleep It might have started the first time I got really sick and my mum wasn't there Three years of college and I had forgotten how I used to find living rare But it's all coming back to me now It's all coming back to me now It's all coming back to me Last week, I wondered if dying would feel like the stories the Catholic Church told But I used to talk to my mother about how I just couldn't wait to get old But it's all coming back to me now It's all coming back to me now It's all coming back to me Hey, grandpa, are you fishing? I'm fishing Are you fly fishing? I'm fly fishing Do you think you're gonna catch a lot of fish with that fly? Uh, sometimes yes, sometimes no It's a cool rod Very cool Okay, bye (bye) I used to wake to the morning and feel like the world was created for me