COMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
They're coming home for Christmas, some from many miles away.
They've already phoned to tell us they'll be home for Christmas Day.
Bearing gifts, some bringing girlfriends, (Lord!) where will we put them all?
Guess we'll have to set up camp cots, in the basement or the hall.
Yes, their friends will all be calling; there'll be such a carry on,
Catching up on news and gossip - all that's happened since they've gone.
We'll dust off the old piano, fill the fridge with things to eat,
Then await the gang's homecoming - Ah! That will be such a treat.
This old house has been so silent since the boys all went away,
And we're really looking forward to their coming, Christmas Day.
Songs and fun, the sound of laughter, lots of good old-fashioned noise...
To the world they're men all grown up, but to us they're still the boys.
Yes, they're coming home for Christmas, get the baking under way;
Buy the turkey, wrap the presents, get prepared for Christmas Day.
Let us find once more the pleasure that we knew when they were young, And the joy we felt at Christmas, when the house, with laughter, rung.
For will there be many more times, now they've gone so far away,
When they'll set aside their business and come home on Christmas Day?