Christmas Takes Me Back Home

Thinking back when I was three

My grandpa would be lifting me

To put the angel on the tree

I never wanted to come down

Then when I was nine or ten

Nana saved the day again

Baking in her red apron

And she'd spin me round and round

And everything was magical

With your hand in mine I never felt alone

Christmas always reminds me

Of what made me and defines me

Cause Christmas always takes me back home

Fourteen was an awkward age

But they smiled as I turned the page

I was always dreaming of the stage

Singing carols in the back of your car

When my heart broke at twenty—four

They were waiting for me at the door

And showed me family was more

Than pictures on a holiday card

Like a flower growing through the snow

I knew that I would never be alone

Christmas always reminds me

Of what made me and defines me

Cause Christmas always takes me back home, back home, back home

Christmas always takes me back home

Now my boy is almost tall as me

Daddy helps him put the angel on the tree

We're there for him like you were there for me

Cause Christmas always reminds me

Of what made me and defines me

'Cause Christmas always takes me back home