Decorations as November ends.
Cards and presents for our family and old friends.
Over-prepared, over-hyped, over-spent.
So much is shared, but so little is meant.

Pressure on, to better last year’s trial –
Stakes must raise, but make it effortless, meanwhile,
Music reprised, in a yearly cliché –
All to prepare for the day

But after all
It's still Christmas,
And after all
We're still together.
After the struggle
We’re where we belong –
Spending the day in our Christmas love-song...

Time for family, and to reminisce.
Time accepting we need more time to do this.
Parlour games on,
Like we play every year,
With our own set of rules
That will never be clear.

Evening comes, and as the drinks are poured,
People mellow, and the order’s restored.
Finally calm, we retire to a chair –
A year’s worth of stories to share.

But after all
It’s still Christmas,
And after all
We’re still together.
Only one place,
And it’s where we belong –
Spending the day in our Christmas love-song!

But after all
It’s still Christmas,
And after all
We’re still together.
Only one place,
And it’s where we belong –
Spending the day in our Christmas love-song!

Only one place,
And the place we belong –
Spending the day in our Christmas love-song...