Princess twirling, music box playing, wrapping paper fallen on the floor
A present for Grand Pa, but he'll never open
He's up with the angels this year
And it's a quite Christmas round here
And it's a quite Christmas this year
We left out some carrots, we left out some cookies
For Santa we left a cold beer
My Brother, my Sister, my Mum and my Nanna
There's one, two, three, four, five of us here!
And it's a quiet Christmas round here
And it's a quite Christmas this year
And the turkey is hot, but the coleslaw is not
And mum says she burnt the gravy, but I don't mind I think it's tasty
Dressed like a Princess, Elsa or Arna, dancing around the room.
We're missing our poppy, it's sad cause we loved him
He's up with the angels this year.
Amber Lawrence - A Quiet Christmas Lyrics
Amber Lawrence - A Quiet Christmas Lyrics
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Princess twirling, music box playing, wrapping paper fallen on the floor
A present for Grand Pa, but he'll never open
He's up with the angels this year
And it's a quite Christmas round here
And it's a quite Christmas this year
We left out some carrots, we left out some cookies
For Santa we left a cold beer
My Brother, my Sister, my Mum and my Nanna
There's one, two, three, four, five of us here!
And it's a quiet Christmas round here
And it's a quite Christmas this year
And the turkey is hot, but the coleslaw is not
And mum says she burnt the gravy, but I don't mind I think it's tasty
Dressed like a Princess, Elsa or Arna, dancing around the room.
We're missing our poppy, it's sad cause we loved him
He's up with the angels this year.
A present for Grand Pa, but he'll never open
He's up with the angels this year
And it's a quite Christmas round here
And it's a quite Christmas this year
We left out some carrots, we left out some cookies
For Santa we left a cold beer
My Brother, my Sister, my Mum and my Nanna
There's one, two, three, four, five of us here!
And it's a quiet Christmas round here
And it's a quite Christmas this year
And the turkey is hot, but the coleslaw is not
And mum says she burnt the gravy, but I don't mind I think it's tasty
Dressed like a Princess, Elsa or Arna, dancing around the room.
We're missing our poppy, it's sad cause we loved him
He's up with the angels this year.
Writer: AMBER LOUISE LAWRENCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group