Lyrics

Snows falls soft on my prairie home
Feeling glad that I ain’t alone
I’m watching her trim the tree just right
A little more to the left, now she’s fussing with lights

Out of a box comes a tree topper
Crooked little angel, she’s a show stopper
Now the snow has covered my boundary lines
What I have is enough and I’m doing fine

Now things just ain’t the same
Since my parents called it quits
I guess that I’m afraid
It won’t feel like it did

I hear the fireplace raging
Charlie Brown record playing
That busted angel’s on my tree
And from underneath the lights
Comes a peaceful little sigh
She’s lying fast asleep
I miss my crooked little Christmas
But it’s never been as good as us three

Brother phoned up three weeks before
Wondering if cash or presents mean more
He broke down a bit and told me straight
I kind of wish it was 2008

I feel the fireplace raging
Charlie Brown record playing
That busted angel’s on my tree
Oh from underneath the lights
Comes a perfect little sigh
She’s lying fast asleep
I miss my crooked little Christmas
But it’s never been as good as us three

I feel the fireplace fading
Charlie Brown finished playing
That busted little angel’s on my tree
And from underneath the lights
Comes that perfect little sigh
She’s looking up at me
I miss my crooked little Christmas
But it’s never been as good as us three