I went looking for Christmas
A long time ago.
At my Grandmother's house
I would play in the snow
Making bells and snow angels
In the afternoon sun
And a snowman
Whose name I've forgotten.
Then my Grandmother's face
Would appear at the door
And she'd ask if I wasn't
Gettin' too cold.
And I'd run to her arms,
Full of questions and secrets
We'd share as I piled my
Wet clothes by the door.
Grandma, nothin' tastes better
Than snow on wool mittens!
Can we save the snowman
When spring comes around?
And will Santa Claus come
With his sleigh and his reindeer?
Oh when, oh when, oh when,
Will Christmastime come?
The winters were cold
And I still recall
How my Grandmother shared
All my wonder and awe
As I lay in my bed
On my fourth Christmas Eve
Waitin' for Santa to come.
"Is he here yet?" I'd ask her.
"Can you see his sleigh?"
And wide-eyed she looked out
My window both ways.
"He's just up the street!"
She whispered in the moonlight
And her voice was as kind
As a caroler's song.
Grandma, nothin' feels better
Than waiting for Christmas!
I hear them sing Jingle Bells
Out on the lawn.
And will Santa Claus come
With his sleigh and his reindeer?
Oh when, oh when, oh when,
Will Christmastime come?
