Bill Anderson My Christmas List Grows Shorter Every Year Lyrics:
My Christmas list grows shorter every year things
just aren't the way they were before My Christmas
list grows shorter every year it's almost not like
Christmas anymore I guess it's cause I came from a
pretty big family Christmas was always a big happy
time We used to swap presents with aunts uncles
and cousins Course most of the presents just came
from the five and dime I remember how I used to
get such a big kick out of wrappin' Just a simple
little box and placin' it under the tree Everybody
at my house used to laugh and said that I was born
With a little too much of the spirit of Christmas
in me I left home a few years ago now and it
seemed then that things started to change Mom
passed on now daddy's gone Christmases seem sorta
strange Sister ran off with some weird kinda guy I
never did understand him too much My kid brother's
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off somewhere in the service And he never was the
kind to stay in touch Course I started my own
family a few years ago My wife and I had two of
the cutest little girls I ha ha remember last
Christmas I really went wild I bought them just
about everything in the whole wide world And I
remember on the Christmas Eve night I took 'em
upon my lap And I told them the story of Jesus And
the Santa Claus and the eight tiny reindeer All I
wish now is the spirit of Christmas could have
lingered throughout the whole year You see my wife
left me back in September the kids are with her I
don't know where I'd love to just send them a
small Christmas card To let them know that daddy
does care Cause Christmas is a time for sharing
your gifts and your heart With the ones that you
love the best But sittin' here tonight lookin' at
this big sheet of paper I don't even have one
single address My Christmas list grows shorter
every year oh what I'd give to just go back in
time My Christmas list grows shorter every year
the only name that's left this year is mine
Lyrics: My Christmas List Grows Shorter Every Year, Bill Anderson [end]