Every December I dream of a time
I see in my mind so clear
Misty old memories of a town and a boy
I hold in my heart so dear

Roy Rogers cap pistols
And a picture he signed
In a box of old souvenirs
Aaron and Mantle
My heroes on cards
Treasures I’ve saved for years

Seems like a lifetime ago
But nights like this take me back home
To a town and a boy
Long disappeared
Except in my souvenirs
My Christmas souvenirs

The sounds of the season
Outside my door
Remind me of voices I knew
They’re singing inside me
The songs of my past
That I never quite outgrew

It seems like a lifetime ago
But nights like this take me back home
To a town and a boy
Long disappeared
Except in my souvenirs
My Christmas souvenirs