Sitting by the fire I gaze at the mighty flame.
Memories flash before me, over and over again.
It seems to tell a story of not so very long ago,
as mommy kisses daddy under the mistletoe.
It certainly isn't Santa Claus, that much I know,
although that song is playing on our flashy radio.
The man is rather handsome and very debonair,
certainly not fat and jolly with way too much hair.
I look into the flame again and giggle rather loudly,
as mommy turns to look at me smiling very proudly.
I can hear her telling me my eyes need to close,
as Santa's on the chimney and he's probably froze.
It's hard to fall asleep on a night as great as this.
Still not an easy task as I continue to reminisce.
I hear a voice speak softly, as it seems to say,
"let's get to bed, I love you, tomorrow's Christmas day."
So off I go to slumber land and try to close my eyes.
I think of what I'll get tomorrow and will I be surprised.
A gentle hand rubs my head and tucks me in so tight.
A voice whispers softly, Merry Christmas dear, goodnight.
Memories flash before me, over and over again.
It seems to tell a story of not so very long ago,
as mommy kisses daddy under the mistletoe.
It certainly isn't Santa Claus, that much I know,
although that song is playing on our flashy radio.
The man is rather handsome and very debonair,
certainly not fat and jolly with way too much hair.
I look into the flame again and giggle rather loudly,
as mommy turns to look at me smiling very proudly.
I can hear her telling me my eyes need to close,
as Santa's on the chimney and he's probably froze.
It's hard to fall asleep on a night as great as this.
Still not an easy task as I continue to reminisce.
I hear a voice speak softly, as it seems to say,
"let's get to bed, I love you, tomorrow's Christmas day."
So off I go to slumber land and try to close my eyes.
I think of what I'll get tomorrow and will I be surprised.
A gentle hand rubs my head and tucks me in so tight.
A voice whispers softly, Merry Christmas dear, goodnight.
