Somethin' About Christmas Morning - Kris Allen, Gabe Dixon

Well, there’s somethin' about Christmas morning

I say there’s somethin' about Christmas morning

The way that me and my brother would be coming down the stairs

‘Cause we couldn’t wait to see what Santa Claus had left

How he got down the chimney, no we never understood

And why dad would wake up with cookie crumbs on his chest

Yeah, there’s somethin' about Christmas morning

I say there’s somethin' about Christmas morning

The sound of all the neighbors out playing in the snow

The smell of the firewood burning

Ain’t nobody working, ain’t no cars on the road

The only time of the year when the work stops turning

There’s somethin' about Christmas morning

I say there’s somethin', oh yeah, about Christmas morning

There’s grandma in the kitchen mixing up the mashed potatoes

Daddy’s got his new boots, he said made from alligators

Bobby got a train set and he’s putting it together

I stare out the window wishing this would last forever

Saying somethin' about Christmas morning

I said there’s something, oh yes, about Christmas morning

About that Christmas morning, oh, yes, about Christmas morning

Oooh, hoo, about Christmas morning

Well there’s somethin' about Christmas morning

I say there’s somethin' about Christmas morning

I can’t wait, yeah, I can’t wait.

Christmas morning