Has it been so very long ago?  
In your lifetime and mine,  
we've forgotten what it was like to be a child at Christmastime.  

Remember how our small world changed as it started turning red and green?  
And there were boxes and bags not supposed to be seen.  
Things came out we remembered seeing the same time a year before. 
Holly trays and a brown acorn wreath that Dad hung up on our front door.  

Smells grew sweeter, doorways tingled, windows with spray can ice.  
And a lot seemed to depend on If we were naughty or nice.  
And Christmas sounded different too. 
And in the air we'd hear Santa songs, bells, and choirs we hadn't heard all year. 

There was a straw covered stable with animals and figures growing worn 
who would wait with us for a babe to be born.  
Night there were many shining lights just as far as we could see.  
And in the front room corner stood a brightly covered tree.  

At last, Christmas Eve and snow came. 
With Santa's lunch made and stockings hung, 
we hurried off to bed 
to find the hottest night to sleep had come. 

If we listened very carefully, we could just begin to hear 
the sound of tiny neck bells on Santa's eight reined ear.  
Though tucked in bed, 
we were sure we could see 
his fast moving sleigh
round the old chestnut tree.

We drifted off to dreamy sleep, while wondering if our home he'd find.  
It's good to recall what it was like 
to be a child 
at Christmas time.