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Hands That Hung The Tinsel

[Verse 1]
Same old box of ornaments
Names and years in faded ink
Granddad’s star with one bent arm
Still shines stronger than we think
Photo on the mantlepiece
Sweater vests and crooked ties
Every wrinkle
Every laugh line
Living here before our eyes

[Chorus]
We are one more verse
In a long December song
Singing where their voices
Still quietly belong
These hands that hung the tinsel
Taught mine how to hold on
Every Christmas
They’re the roots beneath the dawn

[Verse 2]
Grandma’s recipe card stained
Butter smudged on every line
We don’t make it quite like her
But we try
We really try
Kids all racing down the stairs
In the robe my father wore
Patterns travel through the years
Like footsteps on a wooden floor

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
They lit candles in hard years [low vocal register]
Made small rooms feel big and bright
Passed down stories ‘round the table
Turned their worry into light
Now we set another place
For the names we softly say
Every carol
Every silence
Keeps them near on Christmas Day

[Chorus]
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