Wake up
It's Christmas
I dont need an alarm I'm my own alarm
I run downstairs with
Captivated eyes
Presents under the tree
They're all over the place
There's a pile for me and my sister and my
Parents - you know Santa Claus
The people who actually make
It all happen
I'm still for tradition
There's nothing wrong with
Loving, Christmas Morning
Christmas Morning
Christmas Morning
Christmas Morning
Christmas Day, 88'
I was so much younger then
Christmas Tapes, Sleighing Down
The Side of a Hill and Again
Green lights, in the Ceiling
I can't see but it gives me the feeling
Of Christmas
Cold Brisk air I can't breath
While the wind blows
Under the trees
Starring at
Blinking Lights, Oh they
Are so pretty
Christmas Time
Christmas Day, 88'
I was only five years old
Puppy Dog (A Drum Set), is what I wanted
And now I've had it all
I still want, many things
The tradition never leaves me
Time for Giving
Time for Living
Time for Receiving
Time for Believing