20 Miles To Christmas

We made another eighty miles when I woke up In the car. The presents rattled in the back like pennies in A jar. And then the clouds came rolling back Again and gobbled up the stars. And it's only twenty miles to Christmas. One more exit on the turnpike, But it might as well be Mars. And it's only twenty miles to Christmas. The wipers grind and scrape and squeak as they Wrestle with the grime. Mama's cell phone sounding weak, I think it's given up this time. The engine gives a little shiver and it's all An uphill climb. And it's only twenty miles to Christmas. Grandpa nodding off as usual, Grandma turns off the TV. Crumbled cookies on wax paper getting lonely Without me. Red tail lights stretch on forever like A fallen Christmas tree. And it's only twenty, twenty, twenty miles. Twenty, twenty, twenty miles. Twenty, twenty, twenty, twenty miles. Twenty, twenty, twenty, twenty miles. Twenty, twenty, twenty. Kinda funny how forever glides away just like a Dream. You fall asleep, you rise awake. The sky white flakes, the ground is cream. Then you turn into a driveway, Snowman blinks at your high beams. And it's only twenty feet to Christmas. The front door gliding open, cup of cocoa twisting Steam. And you're only twenty feet to Christmas. And you're only twenty feet from Christmas.