I'd Rather Be Home for Christmas

I've always been so into Christmas Still get excited in November But the mince pies don't taste as sweet now And all the tinsels lost its shimmer Predictably chasing my nostalgia Just for a taste of festive cheer Often I go to where I grew up And just as I feel I might be near I cannot shake the feeling Lying alone on my Mum's couch I'd rather be home for Christmas Oh yes I'd rather be home for Christmas With you of course So if I ever find myself there Chasing the sparks in memories I will just picture you out walking Dragging a tree to where we live Trying to please this Christmas boy here Hopelessly caught up in the past Cos stockings filled with oranges and coronation streets Have nothing on the freedom when it's only you and me And I'll always think to myself If I'm anywhere else I'd rather be home for Christmas Oh yes I'd rather be home for Christmas with you I'd rather be home for with you