Back home, in my little town, it's almost Christmas time. Children are playing in the falling snow, round the tree that I used to climb. Someday they'll know how lucky they are, after their years have flown. They can look back, looking forward to a Christmas time back home. Back home, to memories, candy canes and Christmas trees. Mama's baking a homemade pie, and daddy's wearing his Christmas tie. From the happiest times I've ever known, I've left but I've never been gone. When it's Christmas time, it's time to go back home. And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed. And this taxing was first made when Serenius was governor of Syria. And all went to be taxed, everyone into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, into the city of David, which is called Bethlehem. Because he was of the house and lineage of David. To be taxed with Mary, his espoused wife, being great with child. And so it was, that while they were there, the days were accomplished, that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger. And so in the hometown of Joseph, Jesus Christ was born. And since that night, almost 2,000 years ago, there is in the heart of every man and every woman this season, a need to go back home. When it's Christmas time, it's time to go back home. Back home to memories, candy canes and Christmas trees. Mama's baking a homemade pie, and Daddy's wearing his Christmas tie. From the happiest times I've ever known, I've left but I've never been gone. When it's Christmas time, it's time to go back home. Yeah, when it's Christmas time, it's time to go back home.