It's the 24 of December, a time when I'm a kid again.
For as long as I remember, I've looked forward
To this day throughout the year.
Snow is falling all around us,
Like our own wide world inside a globe.
Snowmen in the yard, hot chocolate on the stove
And everywhere the Christmas lights are glowing.
It's Christmas time, it's magical, I come alive—it's factual.
I still can't sleep on Christmas Eve.