My Own Traditions

How do we fit this tree into the car?

With everybody squeezed in, it’s the Christmas feeling

Can anyone remember whose turn it is to put the angel on top?

and there’s the festive pudding in the fridge

Patiently waiting for someone to say that

“We should probably eat this before it turns to dinner for the birds!”

But there was always gonna be the year

That I’d like to start my own traditions here;

And make another home for Christmas

We can finally put the record on

Made it a year since that Christmas song

Thank god it didn’t find us through the speakers in the high street shops

And I hope you know it’s in my bones, I’ll shiver if the radio plays it on a day in mid-December

But there was always gonna be the year

That I’d like to start my own traditions here;

And make another home for Christmas

And I hope you know you’re in my bones

In the place I’m calling home

I hope you know you’re in my bones

In the place I’m calling home

Oh I hope you know you’re in my bones

In the place I’m calling home for Christmas

I’ve made another home for Christmas