This Time of Year

I can hear my momma hummin’

She’s so glad the families comin’

And though her babies are all grown

This time of year we all come home

Feel the crisp in the air

Festive lights everywhere

Everyone’s acting better

For the holiday Whether,

You are young or you are old

This time of year we all come home

Dad relives his days of glory

While he shares his favorite stories

And though we catch up on the phone

This time of year we all come home

Nestled up by the fire

Laughing till we get tired

Wearing holiday sweaters

We fall right back together

And we don’t ever feel alone

This time of year we all come home