
By the Light of Christmas Morn
(Verse 1) Snowflakes danced like angels, On the window pane, I could hear the laughter, From my childhood days again. The smell of pine and cinnamon, Wrapped around my heart, As the world outside was frozen, I felt the magic start. (Chorus) By the light of Christmas morn, Memories wrapped in ribbons, worn. Warmth of love in every song, These moments remind me where I belong. Holding tight to those I’ve lost, In the glow, I find the cost, Of love that never fades or scorns, By the light of Christmas morn. (Verse 2) Momma's in the kitchen, Feeding hope on a plate, Her voice is like a melody, That time cannot abate. Those gingerbread cookies baking, Oh, how sweet they’d smell, Each bite a taste of heaven, Every story I could tell. (Chorus) By the light of Christmas morn, Memories wrapped in ribbons, worn. Warmth of love in every song, These moments remind me where I belong. Holding tight to those I’ve lost, In the glow, I find the cost, Of love that never fades or scorns, By the light of Christmas morn. (Verse 3) I see my brother laughing, As we raced to find the tree, His grin was pure sunshine, His spirit wild and free. Dad would read the story, Of a star that shone so bright, We’d gather ‘round in wonder, In the silence of the night. (Chorus) By the light of Christmas morn, Memories wrapped in ribbons, worn. Warmth of love in every song, These moments remind me where I belong. Holding tight to those I’ve lost, In the glow, I find the cost, Of love that never fades or scorns, By the light of Christmas morn. (Bridge) Years may pass like snowflakes, And loved ones come and go, But in my heart, these memories, Are the brightest lights I know. So I’ll cherish every second, And hold them close and tight, For in the glow of Christmas morn, They’ll always shine so bright. (Chorus) By the light of Christmas morn, Memories wrapped in ribbons, worn. Warmth of love in every song, These moments remind me where I belong. Holding tight to those I’ve lost, In the glow, I find the cost, Of love that never fades or scorns, By the light of Christmas morn. (Outro) So here’s to family gathered, And stories yet to be, By the light of Christmas morn, Together, we are free.

