On our quiet street tonight it’s snowing,
and in our living room there stands a tree,
while bathed in light from the TV’s glowing
our first born son lies on the couch asleep.
A peaceful laid-back kid is he there nestling,
awake he’d make you laugh at things he’d say.
he’s talented at poker and arm wrestling,
and can get by on just five bucks a day.
Now all the gifts that we've exchanged for Christmas
the pictures and the plate, the plastic sword
and the baseball cards upstairs that gather dust
are just jingling bells. They don't sound the deep chord
For the gift of life we gave to a small boy,
and the life’s companion we've come to enjoy.
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