DECEMBER, IT ALWAYS HAPPENS IN DECEMBER
I GET A YEARNING FOR A CHRISTMAS I KNOW, WITH HOLLY AND SNOW
THE KIND WE USED TO HAVE BACK HOME A LONG TIME AGO
DECEMBER, BRINGS BACK A SCENE THAT I REMEMBER
THE LIGHTED CHRISTMAS TREES AND WINDOWS AT NIGHT
SO CHEERFUL AND BRIGHT, AND ALL THE WORLD A WONDERLAND (ALL COVERED WITH WHITE)
This was very much a December that needed all the Christmas magic it could possibly muster, and so let’s prolong the holiday spirit for longer than usual. In fact, I propose extending the light and the joy through January, and the darkest early days of winter. Why should we limit such good-will and noble sentiment? We should preserve Christmas in our hearts the year through.
CHILDREN SOUND ASLEEP ON CHRISTMAS EVE
THEY’RE DREAMING DREAMS OF MAKE BELIEVE
YOU CAN BET TOMORROW, THEY’LL BE THRILLED
WHEN THEY AWAKE TO FIND THEIR STOCKINGS FILLED
DECEMBER
THESE ARE THE THINGS THAT I REMEMBER
AND, SO NO MATTER WHAT MY FORTUNE MAY BE, OR WHERE I MAY ROAM
IN DECEMBER, I’LL BE GOING HOME
This song came on the radio as Andy and I were returning from dropping off a Christmas ham dinner to my parents. It was already dark, and most of the day was done. It had been a different sort of Christmas, staying home while Andy cooked the ham and an exquisite aroma of spiced glaze filled the house. Not wholly unpleasant, even as we missed seeing family and friends this year. I was just about ready to call it quits for another season when this song sounded its nostalgic magic, reminding me that Christmas is, was, and will always be more a feeling than a specific place or circumstance.
YOU’LL FIND THE CHILDREN SOUND ASLEEP ON CHRISTMAS EVE
THEY’RE DREAMING DREAMS OF MAKE BELIEVE
YOU CAN BET TOMORROW, THEY’LL BE THRILLED
WHEN THEY AWAKE TO FIND THEIR STOCKINGS FILLED
DECEMBER
THESE ARE THE THINGS THAT I REMEMBER
AND, SO NO MATTER WHAT MY FORTUNE MAY BE, OR WHERE I MAY ROAM
IN DECEMBER, I’LL BE GOING HOME
IN DECEMBER, (DECEMBER) I’LL BE GOING HOME
IN DECEMBER, I’LL BE GOING HOME
