Christmas at Grandma's (Christmas / Nostalgia Music)

Christmas at Grandma's by Jake Wilder This track is free to use in your own YouTube videos, livestreams, and creative projects! All I ask is that you credit the track in your description to help support the music    / @tomwiles  . Music: "Christmas at Grandma's" by Jake Wilder Free to use with credit: https://www.youtube.com/ ⁨@tomwiles⁩ Track Details Artist: Jake Wilder Genre: Country Ballad #countrymusic #RoyaltyFreeMusic #JakeWilder #IndieMusic #StreamSafeMusic #countrymusiclegends #1950s #christmas Lyrics We'd pile in the car before the sun was up, Coats over pajamas and a thermos in a cup. Daddy drove slow through the falling snow, Mama sang along to the radio. And every mile just made it feel more true — Christmas wasn't Christmas till we got to you. [Chorus] Oh, the lights on the porch and the tree in the hall, The tinsel and the bubble lights, the stockings on the wall. Grandma in the kitchen and Grandpa by the fire, Every year a little sweeter, every year a little higher. Take me back, take me back, to the house on the hill — Christmas at Grandma's, and I can see it still. [Verse 2] The whole house smelled like cookies and pine, Fudge on the stove and the good silver shined. Cousins on the stairs with their brand-new toys, Grandpa's old pipe and his old corny jokes. And when the snow piled up against the door, We never once wished to be anywhere else anymore. [Chorus] Oh, the lights on the porch and the tree in the hall, The tinsel and the bubble lights, the stockings on the wall. Grandma in the kitchen and Grandpa by the fire, Every year a little sweeter, every year a little higher. Take me back, take me back, to the house on the hill — Christmas at Grandma's, and I can see it still. [Bridge] Now the road is longer and the years have flown, But I close my eyes and I'm almost home. The record player's playing, the snow's coming down, And the whole world is quiet in that little town. [Verse 3] So I tell the story the way it was told to me, By the light of a star on a old Christmas tree. And every December when the first snow falls, I hear their laughter ringing down those halls. [Final Chorus] Oh, the lights on the porch and the tree in the hall, The tinsel and the bubble lights, the stockings on the wall. Grandma in the kitchen and Grandpa by the fire, Every year a little sweeter, every year a little higher. Take me back, take me back, to the house on the hill — Christmas at Grandma's, and I can see it still.