Christmas with You Summer Salt

I used to work for a jewelry store
And deliver cross town to every shopping mall
Listen to the singers outside of the door
On the corner

Where luminara candles in white paper bags
Lit the street and all the people in and out of the cabs
I’d never wanna go home for all that I had
Those were the good times

Now every fall it starts to take me back
To the love that I lost or love that I’d forget
When thеy’d ask me do I believе
Now I believe I’ll be headed home
This Christmas Eve

Frost on the window
Howling steam from the kettle
Listening to Nat King Cole
With a seasonal beer and some pretzels

Old decorations when red ranger came calling
On comic book wrapping paper
And cloves and mandarin pomander
Still remind me