It Won't Be The Same This Year Songtext

It's time to pack our bags and hit the highway,
And head on out for christmas holiday,
I'll fall apart when I pull in the driveway,
It's my first time home since brother passed away,
His favorite time of year was always Christmas,
We'll reminisce about the days gone by,
Oh how I wish that he was still here with us,
My memories with him will never die,
(Bridge)
But when the stockings are hung,