Christmas Morning

Let’s close our eyes and make believe,
In all the ways we used to see,
A magic world of fantasy,
When we were kids on Christmas morning,
Sometimes it feels like growing up,
Kills all the mystery of being young,
And who I am now loses touch,
With that kid on Christmas morning,
But I can’t deny the feeling,
But when I hold you close I know,
The truth in every story told,
And anything is possible,
I believe just like a kid on Christmas morning.
So keep the fire bright for me,
Oh my friends and family,
I might not make it for Christmas eve,
But I’ll be there on Christmas morning,
And I can’t deny the feeling,
And when I hold you close I know,
The truth in every story told,
And anything is possible,
I believe just like a kid on Christmas morning.
And as I lay me down to sleep,
And pray the Lord my soul to keep,
When I wake it’s you I see,
And I feel just like a kid on Christmas morning.