Last night was holy Whole lot of whiskey No one celebrates The birth of Christ like me At least I don't think so But I was so gone Stole that baby From a manger on your front lawn And please, oh, forgive me Can you believe The things we tell ourselves on Christmas eve? If you ask me I didn't mean it "So help me, Jesus" Last night was Christmas eve Everyone knows I've got a sweet spot for you That I cannot bear to let out So I cover it in clothes and I drink And I stole that baby I stole that baby from your house And I stole that baby I stole that baby from your house On Christmas eve I don't use your name and you don't use mine You write me letters that I'm not supposed to find And I took the bus there, we were going nowhere It didn't feel like we were going nowhere at the time And forgive me, but can you believe The song I wrote for you last Christmas eve? If you ask me, I never mean it Don't you believe it Last night was Christmas eve Everyone knows I've got a sweet spot for you That I cannot bear to let out So I cover it in clothes Pour myself into a hole Where I wait to bottom out And I stole that baby I stole that baby From your house on Christmas eve Oh, you forgive and you forget You budge and you bend And I forgave and you forgot again And again and again and I was crying in my car And swearing that it would end While you were watching from the bar Swearing that we were friends And we forgave and we forgot And we budged and we bent and By that time the holidays Had come and then they went You came here and I went there Cause we always make amends and then It is Christmas eve again It is Christmas eve