The week before Thanksgiving Day   This town puts up its old display   Streetlights hung with candy canes and bows   The earlier it gets each year   The scarcer is my Christmas cheer   I guess I just like taking these things slow      I really don't remember much   Of Christmasses growing up   Except the year the Beatles came to play   On my record player that came from Sears   That White Album filled my ears   In 1968 on Christmas Day      I haven't been to church since God knows when   I'm not someone who usually attends   Truth be told there's just two wishes   On my list every Christmas   Peace on earth and a snow storm now and then      Now I pray that peace comes in our time   It's hard enough to keep from crying   When every bit of news just breaks your heart   The same old stories, same old songs   We dust them off when Christmas comes   And for one day we just try to do our part      And around here winter seems to come   With rain and mud and bits of sun   It's not exactly Currier and Ives   I don't mind cold if it brings snow   Alberta Clippers coem and go   But a dursting would make everything all right      Perhaps a Christmas eve from long ago   Delivered Christmas day with knee-high snow   It's something lost but not forgotten   Like candy hidden in a stocking   That makes me every year wish it were so      Because Christmas is for children's joy   For every single girl and boy   That's the truth we come to understand   But the memories that don't let go   Like Beatles songs and falling snow   Can make us feel innocent again      And maybe next year we won't go insane   When they rush to hang the bows and candy canes   Because peace will shine in me and you   From Bethlehem to Timbuktu   Even if the forecast is for rain      Because peace will shine in me and you   From Bethlehem to Timbuktu   Even if the forecast is for rain