Summer’s Christmas Light

July heat hanging heavy

on this quiet suburban street

Stack of heavy delivery boxes at my feet

Sweat on my collar,

sun beating down so bright

But in their front window,

there's a glowing winter light (ahhhh) An elderly couple waving from the

porch swing chair

And there’s a Christmas tree in July

Shining green and gold beneath a summer sky Warm porch lights and

tinsel through the glass

While the humid summer evening starts to pass

(yeah, keeping the light alive)

One evening I finally asked,

and they let me step inside

To a living room of memories they never try to hide

A firefighter photograph

in a polished wooden frame

Beside a small brass bell that carries his name

No other family left on this dusty ground Just two empty chairs

when the winter comes around She looked at his picture with a

gentle, heavy tear And said,

"Christmas was the time he held so dear

He was rescuing a family from the smoke and the flame

So we promised that we'd always keep his spark the same It's

not about the sorrow,

it's the kindness that he gave Every bulb is a promise

that we made to be brave" (we

made to be brave) Then the winter snow fell heavy,

and the husband passed away

I walked up to the dark house on a cold December day

She was sitting by the window,

ready to turn it all off

But I brought a brand new pine tree,

brushing off my coat We hung the old ornaments,

and we lit the faded star

Now there's a Christmas tree in July

Shining green and gold beneath a summer sky

Warm porch lights and tinsel through the glass

While the humid summer evening starts to pass

(we keep it shining high)

Years have rolled on,

and my own little child

asks me why

We keep our Christmas tree burning in July

I smile at the window,

and I think of that street (hmmmmm)