Third December since you packed your life
And flew it off to London town
I'm still here in Seattle, Ava
Watching the grey rain settle down
Three years of airmail Christmases
Three years of time zones in the way
But every box that crosses over
Proves we never drifted away
How far is London, really?
Not far enough to keep you from me
Every December we mail one ornament
The uglier the better, that's the rule
I hunt for something truly hideous
A glittered disaster, tacky and cruel
Then yours arrives and I just lose it
You win again, it isn't close
Yours is always the very worst one
And somehow that's the one I love most
How far is London, really?
Not far enough to keep you from me
We press play on the same old movie
At the very same second, side to side
It's evening here with all my lamps on
Three in the morning where you hide
You're yawning under London blankets
I'm laughing at the lines we know
Two screens across the whole Atlantic
Running one film, nice and slow
How far is London, really?
Not far enough to keep you from me
I miss you more than I let on
More than a postcard can hold
But you're still my closest person
However far the planes have rolled
And then your card comes, Ava
Signed with that cat we drew
Seventh grade, two kids inventing
A doodle only we'd ever know
Still lopsided, still ridiculous
Still the best thing in the post
How far is London, really?
Three Christmases, still right next to me
Third December since you packed your life