Christmas Cookies & Cold Beer

She’s got flour on the counter

Sugar on the floor She’s been baking since the morning

And she’s still making more

There’s chocolate chip and oatmeal Gingerbread and sugar too She’s got twelve

kinds of cookies And I’ve got a job to do

She says, “Kenji,

don’t you touch those They’re for Christmas Day”

I said, “Baby, someone’s gotta make sure They’re gonna be okay”

Christmas cookies and cold beer That’s my kind of holiday cheer

She’s got the oven running hot

I’ve got one hand on the fridge And I’m doing my part

around here

Christmas cookies and cold beer

She caught me in the kitchen

With a cookie in my hand She said,

“Didn’t I just tell you?” I said,

“I understand”

She said, “You ate six already” I said,

“That can’t be right”

She said, “There’s chocolate on your shirt”

I said, “Okay…

maybe eight” (hahaha)

She says, “Why don’t you help me decorate?”

I said, “Sure, sweetheart,

that’s fair”

She handed me a plate of cookies I said,

“I’ll start right here” She just shook her head and laughed Then

gave me one more anyway

I guess that’s why I love that woman More every Christmas Day

By midnight the kitchen’s spotless

The Christmas tree is glowing

There’s one last cookie on the counter

And both of us are knowing She says,

“You better leave that one”

I say, “I’ll try my best”

Then she turns around and catches me With crumbs all over my

chest

Christmas cookies and cold beer That’s my kind of holiday cheer

She’s got the oven running hot

I’ve got one hand on the fridge And she’s laughing in my

ear

Christmas cookies and cold beer

Yeah, Christmas cookies and cold beer Best combination of the year

She makes ’em sweet,

I keep ‘em safe That’s how we celebrate around here

Christmas cookies and cold beer

She says, “Merry Christmas,

Kenji.”

I say, “Merry Christmas,

baby.” She says, “Put the cookie down.”

… “Okay, okay.”