christmas eve

It's warm in the house

All the presents are out

And out of my mouth

Comes the warm sound

Real familiar and loud

I wrote a song on Christmas Eve

At midnight, I hope you'll believe

That Saint Nick comin' down my chimney

Wasn't really the thing that stuck out to me

At the fireplace

The warm light on your face

This never happened at all

So it's not something that

I can recall

I gave you a mug

You gave me a hug

I wrapped it all pretty

And that hug was just for pity

Even in my fantasies

This just doesn't work

And even in my melodies

All I do is lurk, 'cause

I wrote a song on Christmas Eve

At midnight, I hope you'll believe

That Saint Nick comin' down my chimney

Wasn't really the thing that stuck out to me

I wrote a song on Christmas Eve

At midnight, I hope you'll agree

That all the presents set under the tree

Is all that this is wrapped up to be