We piled in the car Wolverine starter jacket's on Kate and I in the back Mom and Dad are up front Driving down our street Snow on the tall pines A three mile drive I've waited a lifetime Dad grabs the saw and a pair of gloves from out the trunk He puts me on the wagon and points as far as I can see and says "We're on our way!" And then we all got lost in the evergreens And he was looking at me to see which one had caught my eye And it was probably a foot too big but we cut it down And when we got it back home the top had scratched the ceiling Leaving a new mark where the old marks had been made And when we all got lost in the evergreens Dad was looking at me to see which one had caught my eye And it was a foot too big but we cut it down And when we got it back home the top had scratched the ceiling Leaving a new mark where the old marks had been made Da da da da Da da da da Da da da da Da da da da