Same old boxes from the attic

Dusty tape, your handwriting in the seams

Faded ribbon, little reindeer

Still knowing every story in between

Cedar wreath above the doorway

Smells like every childhood Christmas Eve

Grandma’s angel, chipped and leaning

Keeping watch on what we choose to believe

We hang our hearts like ornaments

On tinsel on the same old tree

Red and green and all the years

Gold in every memory

In this little living room

Time sits down and sings with me

‘Cause everything is changing

But Christmas stays what it should be

Crackling laughter in the kitchen

Cinnamon on every countertop

Crooked star you always straighten

Saying “perfect’s where it finally stops” (hey)

Mismatched mugs for cocoa refills

Foggy windows, carols slightly off-key

Your mitten lost, your cold hand finding

The warmest place is tangled up with me

We hang our hearts like ornaments

On tinsel on the same old tree

Red and green and all the years

Gold in every memory

In this little living room

Time sits down and sings with me

‘Cause everything is changing

But Christmas stays what it should be

Maybe someday kids of ours

Will climb these stairs and open these same bins

Laugh at how these lights get tangled

Love the way the evening always ends

With one last story by the fire

Same old chair, a brand-new pair of eyes

Feeling all this gentle quiet

Glowing in the garland and the sighs

We hang our hearts like ornaments

On tinsel on the same old tree

Red and green and all the years

Gold in every memory

In this little living room

Time sits down and sings with me

‘Cause everything is changing

But Christmas stays what it should be (oh)

Everything is changing

But Christmas stays what it should be