Santa Bring My Baby Back (To Me)

I turned on the cable's Music for the Holidays channel today and heard a song by Elvis called Santa Bring My Baby Back (To Me). While I'm pretty sure Elvis wasn't thinking about his dead daughter when he sang this, it hit pretty close to home. Being one who doesn't believe that Addison is in heaven or anywhere else for that matter (unless you count the part of her body that wouldn't burn, which is in a baggie in a statue urn on our mantle), I know she can't come back and I'll never see her again. But if believing would make it real, I'd be the first to sign up to believe in god or santa, or anyone/anything else to make it happen. Sadly, it doesn't work that way. This is pretty much how I'm feeling about the holidays right now:

Santa Bring My Baby Back To Me
Sung by Elvis Presley

I don't need a lot of presents
To make my Christmas bright
I just need my baby's arms
Wound around me tight
Oh oh santa hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me

The Christmas tree is ready
The candles all aglow
But with my baby far away
What good is mistletoe
Oh oh Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me

Please make these reindeer hurry
Well their time is drawing near
It sure won't seem like Christmas
Until my baby's here
Fill my sock with candy
And a bright and shiny toy
You wanna make me happy and fill my heart with joy
Then Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me

Please make these reindeer hurry
Well their time is drawing near
It sure won't seem like Christmas
Until my baby's here
Fill my sock with candy
And a bright and shiny toy
You wanna make me happy and fill my heart with joy
Then Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me

Then Santa, hear my plea
Santa bring my baby back to me