The December Birds - Grandma’s Christmas Radio

(hummmm) There’s a little radio

Sitting by the kitchen door The wooden case is scratched and worn

But it still sounds like before

Grandma turns the dial real slow

Till she finds that Christmas song And suddenly the whole house feels

Like we’ve been waiting all along

(All along…)

Grandma’s Christmas radio

Playing softly through the night

Every little crackle sounds Like somebody’s coming home tonight

Grandma’s Christmas radio

Warm and glowing by the tree

Some songs don’t belong to any year They just belong to memories

There’s a chair beside the window

With a blanket folded there

And the scent of something baking

Still is floating through the air

She hums along without the words She never needs the words

And I watch the lights reflect inside The radio’s old wooden frame (Mmm…)

Maybe someday I’ll be older

And I’ll hear that melody

And wonder why a little song Can bring a whole room back

to me

I’ll remember how the lights looked I’ll remember how she smiled

And I’ll hear that old radio

Playing Christmas all the while

(All the while…)

Grandma’s Christmas radio Still playing through the night

The room is warm,

the tree is glowing Everything feels right Grandma’s Christmas radio

And that old familiar song

For a little while the years stand still And everybody still belongs

So let the radio keep playing

Let the winter pass outside

Christmas doesn’t have to hurry

There’s still time tonight (Grandma’s

Christmas

radio…)