The wrapping paper's crumpled on the floor, Grandma's humming carols by the tree, Uncle's telling stories we've all heard before, And I don't want this day to leave. The turkey's getting cold, the pie's half-gone, Kids are fighting sleep in Christmas sweaters worn, Dad's old record player's spinning on and on, I wish we could replay this Christmas morn. 'Cause the clock keeps ticking toward tomorrow, And I'm not ready for the snow to melt, So pass the eggnog, hold the sorrow— Give me a little more Christmas, One more song before we pack it up, A little more laughter in the kitchen, 'Fore we drain the final cup. Don't rush the goodbye hugs in the driveway, Let the lights stay on tonight, Give me a little more Christmas— I'm not done holding this feeling tight. Your nephew's learning chords on that old guitar, Your sister's dancing barefoot down the hall, Mom’s resting easy at the heart of where we are, And I don't wanna lose it all. The dishes can wait, the laundry too, Let's pull another log onto the fire, 'Cause every year it ends too soon, And time's a thief I'll never trust or hire. Yeah, the calendar don't care we're not finished, And the world won't wait for us to catch our breath, But tonight we're gonna steal another minute— Give me a little more Christmas, One more song before we pack it up, A little more laughter in the kitchen, 'Fore we drain the final cup. Don't rush the goodbye hugs in the driveway, Let the lights stay on tonight, Give me a little more Christmas— I'm not done holding this feeling tight. So sing it loud, sing it clear, Everybody gathered here, Let's make the moment last, 'Cause it goes too fast— Yeah, it goes too fast. Give me a little more Christmas, One more song before we pack it up, A little more laughter in the kitchen, 'Fore we drain the final cup. Don't rush the goodbye hugs in the driveway, Let the lights stay on tonight, Give me a little more Christmas— I'm not done, no I'm not done, Give me a little more Christmas— I'm not done holding this feeling tight.
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