For me, one of my favorite parts about Christmas is the anticipation. I wrote this song a few years back as Christmas was coming on. Got me thinking about all the fun things to look forward to: Christmas trees, pie, decorations, letters from family. I tried to put those feelings into the song.

Christmas Is Coming

There’s a chill in the air,

That wasn’t there before,

And something tells me more,

Is coming.

There’s a squirrel in our yard,

Digging in the ground,

Hiding what he’s found,

For next year.

Christmas is coming,

Christmas, my dear,

Christmas is coming, this year.

The letters in the mail,

Tell the story of the year,

And bring a laughing tear,

For far friends.

You take the pumpkin down,

And turn it into pie,

We raise our glasses high,

To give thanks.

Christmas is coming,

Christmas, my dear,

Christmas is coming, this year.

We push the couch away,

To clear a little land,

Where the tree will stand,

And sparkle.

Stockings hang on high,

Tinsel shines like snow,

Windows start to glow,

On our street.

Christmas is coming,

Christmas, my dear,

Christmas is coming, this year.

Now all the world’s a candle,

All the shadows melt away,

And all the problems we can’t handle,

Disappear, as we approach that day.

The wrapping paper tears,

And tape gets in your hair,

But you don’t seem to care,

You’re laughing.

It’s hard to fall asleep,

Thinking of the day,

Just one more dream away,

Then it’s here.

Christmas is coming,

Christmas, my dear,

Christmas is coming, this year.