When I was little I’d wear a big grin, round Christmastime, round Christmastime
The cars were shaped like toasters then, round Christmas way back when
All the coats were plaid and everyone had the funny looking caps with the big earflaps
All the kids would be grinning from flap to flap round Christmastime back then
There was no such thing as a shopping mall round Christmastime, round Christmastime
You shopped downtown if you shopped at all round Christmas way back when
I’d pitch a fit, but they made me sit on the laps of the guys with the bloodshot eyes
In the fuzzy red suits as the camera’d shoot round Christmastime back then
How the bubble lights glowed, we’d spray canned snow
Sing along with Bing
And the prettiest thing that we ever did see was the neighbor’s new aluminum Christmas tree
There was Perry Como in the air round Christmastime, round Christmastime
Gene Autry and those Chipmunks blared round Christmas way back when
Our TV set was huge and yet about 3 channels was all we’d get
And Rudolph’s light blinked black and white round Christmastime back then
Now I miss the simple time, the wonder and the glow
That lit my world round Christmastime, all those years ago
I thought that light was gone for good - imagine my surprise
When I saw it shine again in my daughter’s eyes
It sparkles like the Christmas star in my daughter’s eyes
(And we all go round in history!)
Merry Christmas!
