We piled in the car
Wolverine starter jacket's on
Kate and I in the back
Mom and Dad are up front
Driving down our street
Snow on the tall pines
A three mile drive
I've waited a lifetime
Dad grabs the saw and a pair of gloves from out the trunk
He puts me on the wagon and points as far as I can see and says
"We're on our way!"
And then we all got lost in the evergreens
And he was looking at me to see which one had caught my eye
And it was probably a foot too big but we cut it down
And when we got it back home the top had scratched the ceiling
Leaving a new mark where the old marks had been made
And when we all got lost in the evergreens
Dad was looking at me to see which one had caught my eye
And it was a foot too big but we cut it down
And when we got it back home the top had scratched the ceiling
Leaving a new mark where the old marks had been made
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