Is this the room where we learned how to cry
Tears of festive joy for the very first time?
Was there laughter and kindness echoing these halls?
And its sweet flickering candlelight on stands on these walls?
If I could go back to any place in mind,
Christmas at our house was our favourite time.
Christmas at our house was a time for good cheer,
So be sure to remember to not shed a tear
For the loved ones we've lost.
Forever hold them dear.
Christmas at our house was the best time of year.
Or is this the room where we learned how to give?
Boxes with ribbons and presents within.
With the candles for the reindeer and whiskey for Saint Nick.
Did a bowl smell of spruce meat, the sweet taste of fig?
And we sang to the cinders and logs on the fire,
While the TV ran repeats of It's A Wonderful Life.
I remember it so well and I will till I die.
Christmas at our house was the happiest time.
Christmas at our house was a time for good cheer,
So be sure to remember to not shed a tear
For the loved ones we've lost.
Forever hold them dear.
Christmas at our house was the best time of year.
This is the room where we said our goodbyes,
Where Mom held your hand from dusk until light.
Now at the head of our table, there's an empty chair.
Who on this green earth will carve the turkey this year?
And if I could go back to any place in mind,
Christmas at our house was the happiest time.
Christmas at our house was a time for good cheer,
So be sure to remember to not shed a tear
For the loved ones we've lost.
Forever hold them dear.
Christmas at our house was the best time of year.
