Uncle flew in today Grandma is on her way A stocking stuffed For each of us Dizzy from the falling snow Shying from the mistletoe Gathered around the tree Singing of Christmas dreams That end in rhyme Dreams far from mine It never snows here in L.A. And our family's not that way Still I hold a hope inside me That brings me here today This is my gift to you
Open it Christmas Day Maybe my only chance to say Something I never had the strength to say This is my gift to you Father I have one wish No endless Christmas list No fairy tales No verbal veils To hide behind on Christmas Day Certain words are hard to say Still I have the chance To open my heart another way I can open my heart another way