by Buck York & Carla Dorsey

Another Christmas full of stress and strife

But it won't be the last one, not on your life.

Pushing and shoving and fighting the crowd

Parents and children screaming out loud.

Too many cars and no places to park

Staying out shopping `til way after dark.

When you're exhausted and dead on your feet

You remember you didn't even stop to eat.

Restaurants so crowded you can't even get in

It's more crowded there than where you've already been.

It's time to give up and head for the house

But where the heck are the kids and the spouse?

Everyone's located and you head for the lot

Is this where you parked? Maybe so, maybe not.

You sure don't remember that big Christmas tree

Oh no! This is lot four, you're parked in lot three!

After a search you locate your car

Out into the street, but you don't get far.

Slow vehicle taillights spread out up ahead

Oh how you wish you were at home in your bed.

Time passes and soon much to your delight

You see your own house and shining porch light.

Soon the kids are tucked in with their hugs and their kisses

And you can relax on the couch with the missus.

Boy! What an ordeal, you think sipping your beer

You won't have to do this again `til next year.

In your heart you know it's all worth it somehow

But isn't it great that it's all over for now!