The Persistence of a Christmas Home(coming)

Two Years Old: Bliss and confusion

Five Years Old: The wonder of a Lilliputian

Ten Years Old: A cheery illusion

Fifteen Years Old: Apathetic seclusion

Eighteen Years Old: Capture that feeling in a jar

Twenty-Four Years Old: Career precedes Christmas from afar

Thirty Years Old: Introduce the family's new star

Thirty-Five Years Old: Going to grandma & grandpa's in a three-row car

Fifty Years Old: First Christmas without dad

Sixty Years Old: So much to be happy about, and some to be sad

Seventy Years Old: The smiles of the generations make my heart glad

Eighty Years Old: It went by so fast, what a life I’ve had

Home means Christmas and Christmas means home

All through the years, wherever we roam

There’s a place for us, with warmth, struggle, and smile

But the persistence of Christmas is worth every while