Tangled lights and boxes full of ornaments as old as I am The tree is looking awkward, bare and leaning to the side The needles prick our fingers and then fall into the carpet And we're happy just to know this year it's only you and I The cards that line the mantle share the names that we've forgotten All the unfamiliar faces now a memory in time Fathers in their Sunday suits are shaking hands with smiles of welcome The choir shuffles in while someone somewhere dims the lights Both of us are wondering if maybe we should come more often Time we set aside for just the holiest of nights I just wanted you to know You remind me of Christmas in Ohio Merry Christmas