Christmas at My House - Rahsaan Patterson

When I was a kid

I used to wonder where my mama hid

All the Christmas gifts

She pretended that Santa Claus would give

We’d trim the tree

Jiffy Pop on a string

Lickin' candy canes

While I’m listening to Donny sing

Ooh, talkin' about Christmas

Rudolph’s nose is bright

But big sister tell me, «He's just a lie»

She said, «Santa ain’t coming around

'Cause there’s no chimney for him to come down»

So on the evening

While pretendin' to sleep

We would hear our Daddy

Huffin', puffin' and cussin' boxes

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

We’d never leave cookies for Santa to eat

'Cause he was just an image of a cartoon on a TV, oh

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house

Christmas at my house