that holiday long ago?
before the kids grew tall
they'd draw pictures in the snow
the fire that warmed the dark?
and the carols that filled your soul
warm with scents of pine and bark
and in our hearts we'd never grow old
though half were all burned out
the parents told stories
of christmas before now
and in our hearts we never grow old
that holiday back at home
the feeling is still alive
flickering in your soul