To all the Christmases behind me
I remember how you used to be
Sitting around the Christmas tree
Listening to stories of wise men three
Of all the Christmases gone by
I remember crystal skys
And sparkling grape juice in the ice
The pungent smells of Christmas wine
For all the Christmases I've seen
I recall the Christmas dream
Of gifts and sweets beneath the tree
And stuffed stockings waiting for me
And all the Christmases I've reached
I feel the sand beneath my feet
All those games down at the beach
And tossing bread out to the sheep
And all the Christmases end
By decorating ginger bread
And laying down our heavy heads
On feather pillows on our beds
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
To all the Christmases behind me
I remember how you used to be
Sitting around the Christmas tree
Listening to stories of wise men three
Of all the Christmases gone by
I remember crystal skys
And sparkling grape juice in the ice
The pungent smells of Christmas wine
For all the Christmases I've seen
I recall the Christmas dream
Of gifts and sweets beneath the tree
And stuffed stockings waiting for me
And all the Christmases I've reached
I feel the sand beneath my feet
All those games down at the beach
And tossing bread out to the sheep
And all the Christmases end
By decorating ginger bread
And laying down our heavy heads
On feather pillows on our beds
