Christmas Comes Around Here

Dust on the wreath

Box in the barn

Every December

We dress up this farm

Mama hangs angels

From that crooked old nail

Daddy strings stars

On the porch rail

’Cause Christmas comes around here

In flannel and worn-out boots

In gravy on the turkey

And secondhand Sunday suits

It’s carols off-key in the kitchen

Firewoods and folding chairs

Christmas comes around here

Every time that you’re all there

Cousins in mud boots

Tracking through the house

Grandpa in the corner

Dozing on the couch

Yesterday’s snow

On the old truck bed

But it’s warm as July

When the blessing’s read

We don’t have a snow globe town

Or a perfect postcard view

Just this leaning mailbox, gravel road

And a crowded living room

[low vocal register] But I swear it feels like heaven

Every time I pull in the drive