The tree was shining bright that night
Glowing like a starry sky
And the smell of apple cider filled the room
I was only eight years old
Sitting by the fire glow
As momma cooked and hummed a holiday tune
Yeah, that was Christmas
Christmas 1980 something
We made some home made ornaments
And hung em on the lowest branches
As daddy strung the lights around the tree
With home made cookies on the bricks
Of that fire place for ole Saint Nick
We all went to bed just itching for the presents
We'd been wishing for on Christmas
Christmas 1980 something
Christmas is the time of year, it's full of love, full of love, full of love
Christmas is the time of year, it's full of love, full of love, full of love
Christmas is the time of year, it's full of love, full of love, full of love
Christmas is the time of year, it's full of love, full of love, full of love
Christmas is the time of year, it's full of love, full of love, full of love
Christmas is the time of year, it's full of love, full of love, full of love
