A Dickson of a Chrismas

A Dickson of a Chrismas

guitar,Traditional Folk,Americana,Nostalgia,Tenor,Medium

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Lyrics

Verse 1 Christmas spirit in the old house would call Footsteps of children pattering down the hall Down the steps to the table, what a wonderful sight On Dickson Street every Christmas night. Grandma worrying that all will go well Grandpa cooking all day for that Christmas meal. The smell of fudge hanging in the air Love like that was everywhere Chorus It was a Dickson of a Christmas, shining like a star Down at Grandma and Grandpa Ulrich’s, That’s where we are Decorated tree and a tabletop feast Family felt close on Dickson Street With Roger dressing like Santa Claus And Grandpa wearing the Christmas red socks all filled with love on each Christmas night Oh, what a gift it was to be At a Dickson of a Christmas memory Verse 2 Grandpa passing gifts from beneath the tree Starting with the youngest full of glee Grandma telling him to hurry on Afraid that other’s interest would soon be gone. Cousins sprawled on that great room floor Shaking presents, begging for more Divinity stacked on a candy tin Sweet as the love we were living in Chorus It was a Dickson of a Christmas, shining like a star Down at Grandma and Grandpa Ulrich’s, That’s where we are Decorated tree and a tabletop feast Family felt close on Dickson Street With Roger dressing like Santa Claus And Grandpa wearing the Christmas red socks all filled with love on each Christmas night Oh, what a gift it was to be At a Dickson of a Christmas memory Bridge Years roll by and the family’s moved on But I can see the house on that corner lawn And every time December falls I hear those distant, joyful calls Love don’t fade, it just finds a way To light the dark like Christmas Day Final Chorus It’s a Dickson of a Christmas burning in my heart Where faith and family never drift apart Though time moves on and streets may change That memories still feels the same With love still ringing in the Christmas sky And the love of family still drifting by Oh, forever I will be Grateful for that Dickson Street memory Tag Yeah, it was more than lights on a Christmas tree— It was home on Dickson Street for me.