I’m wishing for whiskey this Christmas
I’m dreaming of a bottle under the tree
I’m wishing for whiskey this Christmas
To ease the mind you left behind and erase your memory

I don’t want any golden rings or sparkly things
Don't even drop those ornaments in your shopping cart
No candy canes are as sweet as you, they won’t stop my tears
This year only whiskey can soothe my broken heart

I’m wishing for whiskey this Christmas
I’m dreaming of a bottle under the tree
I’m wishing for whiskey this Christmas
To ease the mind you left behind and erase your memory

I’m much too blue for toys and stockings all hung with care
I’m not listening for any reindeer hooves up above
I’d be just fine with no snowflakes floating down outside my window
As long as I was still wrapped up in your love

Now I hear all the merry little children on the busy sidewalks
Asking “Mommy, why is that man’s nose so red?”
It’s ‘cause tonight I’m sending myself tidings of Comfort on the rocks
And in the morning there’ll be twelve drummers right inside my head

I’m wishing for whiskey this Christmas
I’ll be opening a bottle, or two, or three
But then I finally read your parting message: “Darling, I’m seeing my folks and my phone’s been broken — I’ll be back on Christmas Eve”