True Believers

When I was just a little kid peeking around the corner

Mom and Dad would pull in the Christmas Tree, decorate it before morning

And I'd look for Santa in the Christmas Eve sky or the Angel, did I see her

With the King of Kings and the Ghost of Christmas past, a True Believer

And I kept believing till one year came, I saw no reason for the season

The outstretched hand of my humanity, couldn't find the hope or the meaning

I think I sipped a little more than a cup

Sang the songs to keep me breathing

With the King of Kings and the Ghost of Christmas past, and True Believers

I can't help choking up at the face of wonder

Giving away more than I am earning

It's a Christmas folly, it's a passion play

The life in my soul returning

And I still look up at the Christmas sky for the Angel, do I see her

With the King of Kings and the Ghost of Christmas past, and True Believers