Jan Howard

June Carter Cash

Memories/Nostalgia

Christmas/Seasonal

Money

Country and Western

1963

[Spoken:]
One day near Christmas, when I was just a child
Mama called us together, and Mama tried to smile
She said you know the cotton crop hasn't been too good this year
There's just no spending money and well at least we're all here
I hope you won't expect a lot of Christmas presents
Just be thankful that there is plenty to eat
That's quite a blessing, it'll make things a little more pleasant

And us kids got to thinking how really blessed we were
At least we were all healthy and best of all we had her
Roy cut down a pig-apple tree and we drug it home, Jack and me
Daddy killed a squirrel and Louise made the bread
Reba decorated the tree with popcorn strings before we went to bed

Mama and Daddy sacrificed cause this Christmas was lean
But after all there was the babies Tom and Joanne, babies need a few things
I whittled a whistle for my brother Jack and though we fought now and then
When I gave Jack that whistle, he knew I thought the world of him
Mama made the girls' dresses out of flower sacks
And when she ironed them down, you couldn't tell that they hadn't come from town

A sharecropper family across the road didn't have it as good as us
They didn't even have a light and it was way past dusk
And Mama said why I bet they don't even have coal oil or beans to boil
Let alone apples and oranges and such

Me and Jack took a jar of coal oil and some hickory nuts we'd found
We walked over to the sharecropper's porch and set 'em down
A poor ol' ragged lady eased open the door
She picked up the coal oil and hickory nuts and said
I sure do thank ye and quickly closed the door

We started back home me and Jack and about halfway we stopped and looked back
And in the sharecropper's window at last was a light
So for one of the neighbors and for us it was a good Christmas night

Christmas came and Christmas went Christmas that year was heaven sent
Then Daddy put on his gumboots, waited for the thaw, back home in Dyess, Arkansas

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Dolly Parton

Steven Goldstein

Love

Christmas/Seasonal

Sadness

Country and Western

Pop

1984

Christmas without you
White Christmas and I'm blue
Like fireworks with no fuse
Christmas without you

The fireplace keeps burning
And my thoughts keep turning
The pages of memories
Of time spent with you

Old Christmas songs we knew
(Old songs)
And used to make love to
(We used to make love to)
Make it hard to get used to
Christmas without you

Christmas without you
White Christmas and I'm blue
I love you, I miss you
So sad but so true

Christmas without you
Like a mystery with no clue
Like fireworks with no fuse
Christmas without you

The sweetest gift I know
(The sweetest gift)
Would be if the new snow
Could fall on your footsteps
On this Christmas Eve

The most joyous Christmas
If luck could be with us
Would be if Saint Nicholas
Brought you home to me

Christmas without you
White Christmas and I'm blue
I love you, I miss you, I need you
So sad but so true

Christmas without you
Like a mystery with no clues
Like fireworks with no fuse
Christmas without you

Christmas without you
White Christmas and I'm blue
I love you, I miss you
So sad but so true

Christmas without you
I just can't get used to
I just have no use
For Christmas without you

You know that I want you
You know that I need you
You know that I need you
You know that I want you

You know that I want you
I need you
I love you
Honest, I do

You know that I want you
You know that I need you
You know that I need you
You know that I want you
I love you
I want you
I need you
I do, ooh ooh oohh ohh

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