Friday, November 14, 2014

Olden Day Christmas

Remember when we were children 
All of the colors 
Remember the stockings around the tree
All of the memories
That brought us together
This time of year 
It all comes back to me 
I can picture your mother 
cooking the turkey
I can picture my father 
in front of the TV
All of these memories 
They bring us together 
This time of year 
It always comes back to me
The Uncles and Aunties
That arrived at our door
Giving us presents
And giving us more
I can see Grandma
And Grandpa's there too
I remember the love
They gave to me and  you
Oh all of these memories
They bring us together
This time of year
They always come back to me
When ever the snow falls
I write down my wish list
And all that I ask for 
Is an olden day Christmas







Don't Call Me Baby

Please don't call me baby
Please Please Please don't call me baby
I'm not your maybe
I need to move
Oh please please don't call me baby
For if you doooooooo
I'm going to fall for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu