I walk into the kitchen Mommas standing by the stove Daddys at the mirror trying on his brand new coat When he rings the bell well gather round and watch it snow With gingerbread and cider spiced with nutmeg in the cold
Now that we are grown We have to fly back home But thats okay Its worth it all Because Christmas time It always will remind us that Well never be alone
Stockings on the mantle with our names embroidered red Well try to hang the mistletoe above our parents heads Riding down the hill now well go faster on our sleds Tonight well sleep on sofas cuz our parents sold our beds.
Now that we are grown We have to fly back home But thats okay Its worth it all Because Christmas time It always will remind us that Well never be alone
