Samuel Price - Old Christmas Photographs

I found a box beneath the bed

I hadn't opened in years

Dust on the lid,

a faded name

And suddenly I was there

There was Christmas morning in the living room

A tree leaning toward the wall

And everybody smiling at somebody

Just outside the frame

of it all

There's one of Mama in the kitchen

With flour on her sleeve

There's Uncle Ray beside the tree Trying hard to make us believe

That he didn't break the ornament

That somehow hit the floor

And there's a little kid with missing teeth Who isn't little

anymore

Old Christmas photographs Don't say a single word

But somehow when I look at them I hear everything I heard

The laughter in the hallway

The dishes in the sink

The people that I loved the most Before I knew how fast

life moves Before I had to think

Here's Dad asleep beside the fireplace

Here's Grandma pouring tea

Here's somebody's dog wearing a ribbon Staring straight back at me

Here's a room we thought we'd always have Here's a face I

can't call now

Funny how a picture holds a moment Long after the moment's gone

somehow

We never knew we were making memories

We thought we were just there

Opening presents, eating dinner

Laughing underneath the stairs If I'd known how much I'd miss it

I might've stayed a little longer

But maybe that's what pictures are for

They let you go back when you're older

Old Christmas photographs

Still waiting in that box

A whole room full of Christmas

Frozen in a little clock

And everybody's younger

And nobody has to leave

For just a little while tonight

They're all back here with me

So I'll put them back together

And leave the box beside the tree

Some things don't disappear with time They just wait for us to

see (hummmmm)