Like a Gift from God or Whatever - Chris Farren, Jenny Owen Youngs

On the floor by the fireplace

In the flames I think I saw your face

Yellow embers flicker out, wood hissing and popping loud

While I try to imagine what you might be doing now

Every Christmas Eve

Under the tree I hope you think of me

'Cause like a gift from God or whatever

You stay in my dreams

By the side of a frozen lake

The sound of laughing and awkward skates

Red and gold, just let it snow and breath a little slower

Check your phone if you feel alone and I’ll be coming over

Every Christmas Eve

Under the tree I hope you think of me

'Cause like a gift from God or whatever

You stay in my dreams

You stay in my dreams

Carry on just how you want, it’s a wonderful life

Your silver heart will outshine mine every single time

Every Christmas Eve

Under the tree I hope you think of me

'Cause like a gift from God or whatever

You stay in my dreams

You stay in my dreams

Like a gift from God or whatever

You stay in my dreams

You stay in my dreams