There’s No Place Like Home On Christmas

There's one thing for sure if you’re rich or you're poor
There's no place like home on Christmas
And the only thing the same is the date and the day
If you can’t be at home on Christmas

Sometimes when I'm dreaming it all comes back to me
The happy family the way it used to be
Gathered singing carols around the Christmas tree
There's no place like home on Christmas

The fruitcake sure is fine aged in dad's old homemade wine
There's no place like home on Christmas
And no restaurant in the land cooks a meal like mommy can
Oh there's no place like home on Christmas

That good old turkey dressing can't be equaled anywhere
The pie is something rare and always some to spare
I'll bet that even Santa spends an extra moment there
There’s no place like home on Christmas
No there’s no place like home on Christmas