Mama, I'm comin' home on December 1
and I have packed no bags for this
I'll spelunk in my old room
1998 is a great place to be at Christmas
I sleep better on the couch downstairs by the tree
if I wake up afraid, the lights surround me
and I ring bells for angels' wings
I'm Virginia, I'm Ralphie
I know I'm okay just as long as you're asleep above me
can I pretend I'm seventeen again - old for toys, but young enough to need you
hearing footsteps on the roof would make my heart run wild
but here I know it's only Dad, or maybe . . .