It's Christmas day
And the snow is comin' down
Church bells sway
They're ringin' to wake the town
Preacher Kline recites his lines
The pews will be full today
Mr. Howell cranks up his plow
His blades'll clear the way
It's Christmas day
And the pecan pies are bakin'
Mothers say,
"It's the givin' not the takin'"
My brother's brand new bicycle
Is out janglin' in the street
I watch him through the icicles
With this wood box beneath my feet
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All I got is this little wood guitar
What it brought is neon lights in crowded bars
Like all the Kings with all their gold
Went chasin' down your star, I'm told
Every highway takes me where you are
With this little wood guitar
It's Christmas day
Funny how the years can shape us
Much has changed
I'm a musician, I'm a waitress
Chicago's a winter wonderland
And my brother's and his wife's
Are passin' 'round their dinner plates
And dissecting my life
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I never stopped believin'
I just kept on singin'
Now people come to hear from miles around
And I don't mind confessin'
But I still count my blessin's
I just never thought I'd settle down
It's Christmas day
And the little ones are wakin'
I hear them play
I can hear the presents shakin'
A boy's outside on his new bike
Janglin' in the street
A little girl, she's watchin' him
That wood box beneath her feet
All she got is this little wood guitar
What I thought is it might take her pretty far
Like all the Kings with all their gold
Went chasin' down your star, I'm told
Every highway takes me where you are
With this little wood guitar
Little wood guitar