(Beth Nielsen Chapman)
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I went home for Christmas
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To the house that I grew up in
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Going back was something after all these years
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I drove down Monterey Street
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And felt a little sadness
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When I turned left on Laurel and the house appeared
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And I snuck up to that rocking chair
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Where the winter sunlight slanted on the screened-in porch
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And I stared out past the shade tree
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That my laughing daddy planted on the day that I was born
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And I let time go by so slow
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And I made every moment last
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And I thought about years
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How they take so long
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And they go so fast
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Across the street the Randol's oldest daughter must have come home
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Her two boys built a snowman by the backyard swings
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I thought of old man Randol
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And his Christmas decorations
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And how he used to leave them up 'til early spring
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And I thought of all the summers
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That I paced that porch and swore I'd die of boredom there
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And I thought of what I'd give to feel another summer linger
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Where a day feels like a year
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Then the door flew open, and my mother's voice was laughing
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As she called back to my daddy, "Come and look who's here!"
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And I thought about years
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Years
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| Beth Nielsen Chapman |
