I Know Who Took The Milk And Cookies

I walk into the kitchen

Momma's standing by the stove

Daddy's at the mirror trying on his brand new coat

When he rings the bell

We'll gather 'round and watch it snow

With gingerbread and cider spiced with nutmeg in the cold

CHORUS:

Now that we are grown

We have to fly back home

But that's okay

It's worth it all

Because Christmas time

It always will remind us that

We'll never be alone

Stockings on the mantle with our names embroidered red

We'll try to hang the mistletoe above our parents' heads

Riding down the hill now we'll go faster on our sleds

Tonight, we'll sleep on sofas 'cause our parents sold our beds

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