Amy Grant Still Can't Sleep
It's the 24th of December, a time when I'm a kid again.
For as long as I remember, I've looked forward
To this day throughout the year.
Snow is falling all around us,
Like our own wide world inside a globe.
Snowman in the yard, hot chocolate on the stove
And everywhere the Christmas lights are glowing.
It's Christmas time, it's magical, I come alive — it's factual.
I still can't sleep on Christmas Eve.
We bundle up, the air is frosty.
We gather family and friends.
Singing carols by the fire, there's laughter in the air,
I never, ever want this night to end.
Soon the clock will strike midnight,
We're full of candy canes and kettle corn.
Let's get the children into bed, and find some mistletoe
And that will keep us busy 'til the morning.
It's Christmas time, it's magical, I come alive — it's factual.
I still can't sleep on Christmas Eve.
Gingerbread, jingle bells, Santa and cinnamon.
Reindeer on the roof, can't get enough of it.
Presents under the Christmas tree,
How could I ever sleep?
Yes, it's Christmas time, it's magical, I come alive — it's factual
I still can't sleep on Christmas...
It's Christmas time, eyes open wide,
I feel like I'm 8 years old inside,
I still can't sleep on Christmas Eve.
I still can't sleep on Christmas Eve.
