Christmas in the Backseat Video (MV)

It's cold
It's December 24
It's just starting to snow
We're in the back seat of the Ford
And we're bored
We've been hours on the road
How much further we don't know
Dad won't let us ask no more

My sister reads
While I look out the window
We made it through Chicago
But the traffic's stop and go
And Dad
I can tell he's getting mad
Cause the words that he is grumbling we're not supposed to know

How's Santa going to find us out in Michigan?
Mom says Don't you worry Santa knows
The radio starts playing Jingle Bells again
It's Christmas in the back seat
Not at home

It's dark
And we're starting to get hungry
I can hear my stomach rumbling
But all the restaurants are closed
We stop for gas
Mom runs in buys bread and lunchmeat
We're feasting in the back seat Dad pulls back out on the road

How's Santa going to find us out in Michigan
Mom says Don't you worry Santa knows
The radio starts playing Jingle Bells again
It's Christmas in the back seat
Not at home

Mary and Joe
Rode all the way to Bethlehem
But there was no room at the inn
So they had to sleep outside
And our hotel
Has lost our reservation
We get back in the station wagon two more hours to drive

How's Santa going to find us out in Michigan
Mom says Don't you worry Santa knows
The radio starts playing Jingle Bells again
It's Christmas in the back seat
Not at home