I thought about things and decided that this was my time to go away,
There’s a place in the snow, a place from so long, yes so long ago.
In distance i can make it there, this home from some time a go,
In time there’s no going back to my place in the snow, only in thoughts.
Winter each season approaches with the winds from the North,
Cold creeps into this small town here back in time, a quiet time.
Snow falling down from the Winter sky is a memory, for me lost in time,
Outside the streets covered in a white blanket, i go out to play.
Snowballs are made with hands of many, hands of children,
Thrown until our fingers are numb, a snowman stands and watches.
There’s a hill up the street above the houses, a hill from my past,
It rests suspended way back in the past, memories of a snow covered hill.
Shoveling in the cold, shoveling neighbors, men, boys, women Oh! so cold,
This is Christmas Eve as the sun goes down, you know this but it is snowing.
This night is magical fore i am but a small dreaming child, many years ago,
In a town known as Amesbury, Massachusetts is where my Christmas began.
Sleep now, time for this boy to go to sleep, I’ll awake to a memory of a day,
Don’t remember what happened through the night, morning is born,
This is Christmas morning, nineteen sixty six with my family.
There won’t be many more like it, life has many changes in store for me,
I am just a young boy and this is my Christmas story.