seeing faces we havent seen all year and some whove come as friends of friends our hearts are filled with christmas cheer and the chills we get when the songs begin i hear my mother singing with the choir my father shaking hands at the door its the smell of the hall hung with freshly cut pine its my little country church at christmas time the crack of the pews as we kneel down the sound of the heater clicking on a fresh batch of snow lays on the ground as we think about the year thats come and gone i hear my mother singing with the choir my father shaking hands at the door its the smell of the hall hung with freshly cut pine its my little country church at christmas time a father holds his daughter a mother holds her son we bow our heads and we are thankful for all that we have to be among the lucky ones the room is full with the love of christmas we share a smile as a baby cries we sound just like a band of angels as we sing the closing hymn of silent night i hear my mother singing with the choir my father shaking hands at the door its the smell of the hall hung with freshly cut pine its my little country church at christmas time