Lyrics
It's not a time or a place
But a feeling I cannot shake
I see white trees, sparkling tops, and shiny red pops
Hear footsteps at the door
Wind blowing frost galore
Smells of ginger, chocolate and spice
Red ribbons flowing through all those lights
Those are the days, memories of Christmas
Those are the days I recall
Those are my memories of Christmas, when will I see them again
White flakes melting on my tongue
Nutmeg and sugar stirred into fun
I watch those paws jingle the bells
Young faces open shiny bikes, baby dolls and train rails