Night lights

This Season Will Never Grow Old

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Words and Music by Rita MacNeil

Christmas is coming,

I can tell by the smiles

I remember the snowflakes

that fell from the sky

Santa and his reindeer ascend a ramp in the front yard at the Quick residence on Deville Road in Soldotna.

Photo by M. Scott Moon

And covered the village

that lay sleeping below

Thank goodness this season

will never grow old

I look through my window

well into the night

Watching and waiting

and hoping I might

See one little reindeer

fly through the snow

Thank goodness the season

will never grow old

Trees with full branches

were the first ones to go

I remember the children

who came to the door

And sang out the carols

we all used to know

Thank goodness this season

will never grow old

All round the fire,

the warmth of the flame

Tip-toeing softly

trying not to awake

The ones who lay waiting

for good things you know

Thank goodness this season

will never grow old

Christmas is coming,

may joy fill your home

And the spirit be with you

wherever you go

© 1988 Big Pond Publishing & Production Limited