[Verse 1] Take one tired December, set it to slow, add a pinch of "should be perfect" we all know. Half-lit string lights, one that won't behave, two chipped cocoa mugs and the bills we brave. Old voices in the hallway, near and far, some are here in sweaters, some a fading star. Fold in every feeling you tried to outrun, and a note that says "I'm still here" when it's done. [Pre-Chorus] It's not neat, it's not clean, but it holds what we mean. [Chorus] No wrong way to Christmas, a little bitter, mostly sweet. Cracked old plates and crowded feelings, room enough for every seat. No wrong way to Christmas, sing it shaky, off the key. If you showed up still trying, that's the whole recipe. [Post-Chorus] No wrong way, no wrong way, no wrong way to Christmas. No wrong way, no wrong way, if you showed up, you did enough. [Verse 2] Add one awkward family joke that falls flat, someone laughs too loudly, someone feeds the cat. Sprinkle in traditions you half understand, a carol from your childhood, a new life unplanned. Toss in all the people who can't be here tonight, write their names in window steam and candlelight. Set one extra place, not out of fear, but for the wild idea they'll find you here. [Pre-Chorus 2] It's not perfect, can't be planned, but it tastes like "I still care". [Chorus] No wrong way to Christmas, a little bitter, mostly sweet. Cracked old plates and crowded feelings, room enough for every seat. No wrong way to Christmas, through the quiet and the noise. Take what's gone and what remains, stir the grief into the joys. [Bridge] If your night is quiet, light one steady flame, if your house is crowded, love them all the same. If you hate the carols, love the winter air, walk the block and count the windows glowing there. Every heart's a different kitchen, every life a different heat, there is no right kind of Christmas, only what we can keep. [Breakdown] One part hope and one part doubt, one deep breath when lights go out. One small joke when tears draw near, one more reason to stay here. [Final Chorus] No wrong way to Christmas, no role you have to play. Just the ones who made it here, and the love they try to say. No wrong way to Christmas, raise your glass to "we're still here". If you showed up still trying, that's the whole recipe. [Outro] Write it down or let it be, this is your own recipe.
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