The gifts have been given
Back home we have driven
No more Christmas songs, no more noise
No more excited girls and boys
The eggnogs gone, the mistletoe dead
And now we're all asleep in our bed
Dreaming of the great joy we had that day
Wishing it didn't have to go away
For a few days we were all together
And I can't think of anything better
Down comes the tree, I begin to see
Just how much the season means to me
