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Cinnamon and pine fill the air
Cedar branches lining up the stairs
I was six years old, on Christmas Eve
Stockings hanging on the fireplace
I've been counting down all the days
But this year, it's just mom and me
She made me believe in magic
Miracles, they still exist
Silent nights, praying to angels
No matter how hard it gets
Mama made Christmas
Mama made Christmas
When I was twelve, I realized
Everything my mama sacrificed
Carrying the weight of our world
No matter what's underneath the tree
I got you and you got me
Nothing could change how happy we were
She made me believe in magic
That miracles, they still exist
Silent nights, praying to angels
No matter how hard it gets
Mama made Christmas
Now my kids are running down the stairs
Trying to find out which present's theirs
Checkin' stockings, if they find any coal
Asking if Grandma's on her way
It takes me back to the day
When I was six years old
And she still made me believe in magic
That miracles, they still exist
Silent nights, praying to angels
No matter how hard it gets
Mama made Christmas
Mama made Christmas
Mama made Christmas
Mama made Christmas