Her house was where the family gathered every Christmas eve;
A feast was set on the table and gifts were placed beneath the tree.
Everything was picture perfect, Grandpa would laugh and say,
That woman spends the whole year getting ready for this day.
One year the leaves began to fall and her health began to fade;
We moved her to a place where they could watch her night and day.
But she kept making plans for Christmas from her little room;
She told everyone, Iâll miss you but Iâll be leaving soon.
Iâm going home for Christmas and Iâm going home to stay;
Iâm going home for Christmas and nothingâs gonna keep me away.
Iâll be with the ones I love to celebrate the Saviorâs birth;
This gift will be worth more to me than anything on earth.
Iâm going home, home for Christmas.
All the leaves outside have fallen to be covered by the snow;
The family comes with food and gifts and Grandpa comes alone.
Thereâs a sadness in our silence as the Christmas storyâs read,
And with tears, Grandpa reminds us of the words that Grandma said.
Iâm going home for Christmas and Iâm going home to stay;
Iâm going home for Christmas and nothingâs gonna keep me away.
Sheâll be face to face with Jesus as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth,
âCause sheâll be home.
And as we sing âJoy to the Worldâ I canât help thinking
Of the joy thatâs in her eyes right now.
And though our hearts still ache, we know that as we celebrate,
Sheâs singing with the herald angels and heavenâs glowing on her face.
And now sheâs home for Christmas and now sheâs home to stay;
Sheâs home for Christmas, and nothinâ couldâve kept her away.
Sheâll be face to face with Jesus, as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth.
Sheâs home, sheâs home for Christmas.
She is home, sheâs home for Christmas.
