Let's close our eyes and make believe, In all the ways we used to see, A magic world of fantasy, When we were kids on Christmas morning, Sometimes it feels like growing up, Kills all the mystery of being young, And who I am now loses touch, With that kid on Christmas morning, But I can't deny the feeling, But when I hold you close I know, The truth in every story told, And anything is possible, I believe just like a kid on Christmas morning. So keep the fire bright for me, Oh my friends and family, I might not make it for Christmas eve, But I'll be there on Christmas morning, And I can't deny the feeling, And when I hold you close I know, The truth in every story told, And anything is possible, I believe just like a kid on Christmas morning. And as I lay me down to sleep, And pray the Lord my soul to keep, When I wake it's you I see, And I feel just like a kid on Christmas morning.