I walk into the kitchen Mommas standing by the stove
Daddys at the mirror trying on his brand new coat
When he rings the bell well gather round and watch it snow
With gingerbread and cider spiced with nutmeg in the cold
Now that we are grown
We have to fly back home
But thats okay
Its worth it all
Because Christmas time
It always will remind us that
Well never be alone
Stockings on the mantle with our names embroidered red
Well try to hang the mistletoe above our parents heads
Riding down the hill now well go faster on our sleds
Tonight well sleep on sofas cuz our parents sold our beds.
Now that we are grown
We have to fly back home
But thats okay
Its worth it all
Because Christmas time
It always will remind us that
Well never be alone
