Christmas In New England

Christmas In New England
by Tom Chapin
© 2009 The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

85 degrees on the Pacific shore.
Santa Monica, December twenty-four.
Sleigh bells jingling in every store,
I'm walkin' on a beach,
Holiday seems out of reach.

The surf and the sand and the seagulls cry,
Jet planes light up the darkened sky.
I'm kinda blue and I'm wondering why,
Then it comes to me, where I'd rather be…
I'm dreaming of Christmas in New England,
All bundled up as the cold winds blow.
A pale moon shines on fallen snow,
Holly bushes and mistletoe,
The Northern lights are dancing with delight,
I'm dreaming of Christmas
In New England tonight.

Talking to the family makes me feel alone,
Toddler jabbering on a speaker phone,
Familiar voices then a dial tone
On this special day,
So close, so far away.
I'm dreaming of Christmas in New England,
All bundled up like an Eskimo.
With mittened hands and cheeks aglow,
Cars all buried in the snow.
And Yuletide candles burning oh, so bright
I'm dreaming of Christmas
In New England tonight.

California, Land of Make-Believe,
But I hunger for the real thing
On a Christmas Eve.
I'm dreaming of Christmas in New England,
And singing carols by a fire's glow.
With a fir tree all lit up, you know,
And late at night when it's time to go
You step outside into a world of white,
And I'm dreaming of Christmas,
Dreaming of Christmas,
I'm dreaming of Christmas
In New England tonight.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Let The Bad Times Roll CD.

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