It'll go like this, a December day
Dishes and laundry all put away
The thermostat set way down low
The car is loaded, it's time to go
It'll be like this, a snowy road
Driving north with a precious load
Of treasures wrapped with anticipation
Our hearts are primed for the celebration
Christmas has always been like this
It’s what we go there for
And what we'll miss
Faces Familiar, stories heard before
From the moment we face that wreath on the door.
Our Christmas has always been like this
It's what we're all looking for.
It's always like this, when we've gone half way
The weather turns to a snowy day
In the falling darkness, there are no other cars
Our headlights illuminate the on-rushing stars
Christmas has always been like this
It’s what we go there for
And what we'll miss
Faces familiar, stories heard before
From the moment we face that wreath on the door.
Our Christmas has always been like this
It's what we're all looking for.
Hours gone by, and arriving at last
We're finally still after moving so fast
We sit in the car, a moment or two more
We take a deep breath and open the door
Christmas has always been like this
It’s what we go there for
And what we'll miss
Faces familiar, stories heard before
From the moment we face that wreath on the door.
Our Christmas has always been like this
It's what we're all looking for.
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 2:02 PM UTC
It'll go like this, a December day
Dishes and laundry all put away
The thermostat set way down low
The car is loaded, it's time to go
It'll be like this, a snowy road
Driving north with a precious load
Of treasures wrapped with anticipation
Our hearts are primed for the celebration
Christmas has always been like this
It’s what we go there for
And what we'll miss
Faces Familiar, stories heard before
From the moment we face that wreath on the door.
Our Christmas has always been like this
It's what we're all looking for.
It's always like this, when we've gone half way
The weather turns to a snowy day
In the falling darkness, there are no other cars
Our headlights illuminate the on-rushing stars
Christmas has always been like this
It’s what we go there for
And what we'll miss
Faces familiar, stories heard before
From the moment we face that wreath on the door.
Our Christmas has always been like this
It's what we're all looking for.
Hours gone by, and arriving at last
We're finally still after moving so fast
We sit in the car, a moment or two more
We take a deep breath and open the door
Christmas has always been like this
It’s what we go there for
And what we'll miss
Faces familiar, stories heard before
From the moment we face that wreath on the door.
Our Christmas has always been like this
It's what we're all looking for.
Seasonal lyrics, routine for the holidays
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