Gold cardboard angels, popcorn on string
One matchbox manger not fit for a King
Old decorations going back in their box
Down came the Christmas tree, just a child in its spotAnd I was that child asking my Daddy why
Some things just come when it's Christmas timeTell me where Christmas goes after all the gifts and snow
I hope it doesn't go far, Daddy said close your eyes
Remember when and you will find that it's right where you are
'Cause Christmas goes right to your heartTwo little people look up from their beds
No bedtime stories, just questions instead
How do reindeer fly and where do they live?
And do little elves really make all the gifts that Santa gives?Oh I was that child asking my Daddy why
Now I look at their faces through my Daddy's eyesTell me where Christmas goes after all the gifts and snow
I hope it doesn't go far, Daddy said close your eyes
Remember when and you will find that it's right where you are
'Cause Christmas goes right to your heart