GranDilusionist - The Christmas Radio Lyrics

In the corner of the room, it sits so still,
An ancient box with a crackling will.
Its dials are rusted, the speaker's worn,
Yet from it, Christmas magic is born.
A station plays, no one else can find,
With songs that feel like they're sung in time.
Oh, the Christmas radio, it sings so clear,
A magic station only we can hear.
Carols rise, the room comes alive,
Drawing us back to years gone by.
Oh, the Christmas radio, its glow so bright,
Brings Christmas home on a winter's night.
The fire burns, but it's not as warm,
As the voices that carry through the storm.
Sleigh bells jingle, the choir begins,
And the sound wraps us like old, dear friends.
It plays the tunes of years before,
Each note a key to a hidden door.
Oh, the Christmas radio, it sings so clear,
A magic station only we can hear.
Carols rise, the room comes alive,
Drawing us back to years gone by.
Oh, the Christmas radio, its glow so bright,
Brings Christmas home on a winter's night.
The sound of strings, a trumpet's call,
A voice that whispers, "Merry Christmas to all."
Through crackling static, the magic stays,
Transporting hearts to golden days.
It's broken down, yet full of grace,
A little box that transcends its place.
Now as my children gather near,
They hear the songs, their faces clear.
A choir sings from wood and wire,
As though they're here by our own fire.
They clap and cheer, their faces glow,
While the Christmas radio steals the show.
Oh, the Christmas radio, it sings so clear,
A magic station only we can hear.
Carols rise, the room comes alive,
Drawing us back to years gone by.
Oh, the Christmas radio, its glow so bright,
Brings Christmas home on a winter's night.
So let it play, this wonder we know,
The timeless charm of the Christmas radio.
Its songs will linger, its magic remain,
A tune to bring us back again.