Favorite Holiday Song: Advent Blog Day 8

Paul and I are putting together a Christmas CD / playlist of favorites to share with friends.  Or rather, Paul has put it together and I've spent today listening to it and trying to decide if I like the songs and their order. This is in no way a hardship as I love Christmas music (well, good Christmas music anyway) and can be caught singing along.  This is embarrassing both because it forces me to admit that I know all the words (the amount of my brainspace devoted to song lyrics may explain why I've always struggled to learn foreign languages) and because I have a terrible singing voice. 

I like the mix Paul has put together (when it's finalized I'll share it here) but even more than that, it's reminded me of my all time favorite Christmas song that I never hear too much.  It's "Home For the Holidays" sung by Perry Como.  I start thinking about it at Thanksgiving and resist giving it up until sometime after Twelfth Night. 

 

Give it a play and sing along.  Just for me.  And then leave a comment with your favorite holiday song. :) 

Home For the Holidays by  ROBERT ALLEN, AL STILLMAN 

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home

I met a man who lives in Tennessee
And he was headin' for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks are trav'lin' down
To Dixie's sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee,
The traffic is terrific!

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
If you want to be happy in a million ways
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home

I met a man who lives in Tennessee
And he was headin' for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks are trav'lin' down
To Dixie's sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee,
The traffic is terrific!

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
If you want to be happy in a million ways
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home

One thought on “Favorite Holiday Song: Advent Blog Day 8

  1. Kaelah

    Mija, I’m still amazed by your approach to post daily until Christmas. I haven’t even managed to keep up reading your posts, not mentioning commenting! But today I’m finally taking some time to catch up a bit.
    One of my favourite songs is „Another Christmas Song“ from Jethro Tull. It’s the part about peace (not only in the world but also inner peace) and family bonds that touches me the most. The song also reminds me of those old people (for example many of those who live in homes for the elderly) who call for their sons and daughters, and no one comes. That thought makes me very sad and at the same time thankful for having a family.
    Here are the lyrics:
    Hope everybody’s ringing on their own bell this fine morning.
    Hope everyone’s connected to that long distance phone.
    Old man, he’s a mountain,
    Old man, he’s an island,
    Old man, he’s awaking, says I’m gonna call, call all my children home.
    Hope everybody’s dancing to their own drum this fine morning.
    The beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town.
    Old man he’s calling for his supper,
    he’s calling for his whisky,
    calling for his sons and daughters,
    calling, calling all his children round.
    Sharp ears are tuned in to the drums and chanters warning.
    Mist blowing round some headland somewhere in your memory.
    Everyone is from somewhere
    even if you’ve never been there.
    So take a minute to remember
    the part of you that might be the old man calling me.
    How many wars you fighting out there this winter’s morning.
    Maybe it’s always time for another Christmas song.
    Old man is asleep now,
    he’s got appointments to keep now,
    dreaming of his sons and his daughters.
    Yeah! Proving, proving that the blood is strong.

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