I'm leaving home on Christmas Eve
there's a present by the tree
try not to open it before I'm gone
I'll catch a flight on Christmas night
and watch the snow fall over towns
tiny lives like mine wrapped in sweet dreams
it's the perfect time to show what means
more to you than plastic trees
it's the perfect time to show if you still care
leaving home on Christmas Eve
looking for the snowy dream
trying to find some sign that Christmas still means
to catch a sight on Christmas night
of empathy for those in plight
tiny drop of hope in this cold sea
all ends well in Bedford Falls
in Halloweentown, Kingston Falls
all ends well and then the credits roll
leaving home on Christmas Eve
angel hair on Christmas trees
children singing those sad songs that will melt your 
heart
with eyes so bright that Christmas night
will be bathing in their light
and I can find my way back home again
leaving home on Christmas Eve
I wonder if I ever see
what does Christmas really mean
it's such a sweet dream