December. It always happens in December.
I get to yearning for a Christmas I know
With holly and snow
The kind we used to have back home a long time ago...

December, brings back a scene that I remember
The lighted Christmas trees and windows and night,
So cheerful and bright,
And all the world a wonderland all covered with white...

Children sound asleep on Christmas Eve,
They're dreaming dreams of make-believe.
You can bet tomorrow they'll be thrilled
When they awake to find their stockings filled.

December. These are the things that I remember
And so no matter what my fortune may be
Or where I may roam
In December, I'll be going home.

You'll find the children all asleep on Christmas Eve
They're dreaming dreams of make-believe
You can bet tomorrow they'll be thrilled
When they awake to find their stockings filled

December. These are the things that I remember
And so no matter what my fortune may be
Or where I may roam
In December, I'll be going home.