Memories of Christmas

Memories of Christmas
by Michael Mark & Tom Chapin
© 1989 HCD Music & The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

It seems like only yesterday
I was young as Christmas morn.
When Santa seemed more real to me
Than a Babe that once was born.
We'd bake the cookies, sing the songs
And decorate the tree.
And oh, my joy with every toy
That waited there for me.
Memories of Christmas, clear and fine are these.
Old and new and lasting, Christmas memories.

I still remember Christmas Eve,
I was twenty-three or -four;
The wayward son, the long lost one
Returning home once more.
Mom and Dad looked older,
The house seemed kind of small.
They gave me socks and sweaters
And I didn't mind at all.
Memories of Christmas, clear and fine are these.
Old and new and lasting, Christmas memories.

I hear the baby waking up,
She calls me down the hall.
I hold her by the windowsill
As snow begins to fall.
We watch the city rooftops
Turn into Bethlehem,
And neither of us makes a sound
As Christmas comes again.
Memories of Christmas, clear and fine are these.
Old and new and lasting, Christmas memories.
Memories of Christmas, clear and fine are these.
Old and new and lasting, Christmas memories.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's So Nice To Come Home CD.

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