[Verse 1]
Christmas morning in the back of the old family Ford
With my feet dangling wondering when they might grow to the floor
Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil
And gifts wrapped in newspaper
Ringing the bell of my grandmother's door
All the memories that the seasons store, hey

[Verse 2]
Christmastime, like a rhyme at the end of the year
A familiar, a constant, that makes all of life's changes clear
Well, it's a long way to go
From yuletide to sunshine through fiery red fall
One last dash to the mall
And in a flash, it all slows down again

[Pre-Chorus]
And we've comе round again

[Chorus]
Christmastime
What a wonderful time-tripping holiday
Wе are windswept and dazed
From the last weird trip round the Sun

[Post-Chorus]
Some come by walker and some come by pram
One drives his mid-life crisis Trans Am
And me in the corner here, nursing a dram
And I'm feeling fine, it's Christmastime
Oh, yeah
[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Precious moments like these, they mean the world to me
Listen, you're all fuckin' freaks, but we're family
So we do what it takes to be in one place, if just for a day

[Chorus]
Ah, Christmastime
What a wonderful, bittersweet holiday
We arrive half alive
From the last weird trip round the Sun

[Post-Chorus]
So let's drink to old Baxter who snored in his chair
Let's mourn for the nephews and the loss of their hair
There's buns in the oven, there's change in the air
And I'm feeling fine, it's Christmastime
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah
Could you go to the kitchen and bring your drunk daddy a PopTart?