They Don't Make Them Like That Anymore

Little bells ringing,
Red ribbon bows,
The ends they are singing,
The highs and the lows,
Green limbs are blinking,
The presents below,
They won't be the same,
Without you, I know.
Chocolate letters,
Spelled and together,
Sounding initials,
Lets make it official.
Shapes and old glass hanging,
Names on stockings,
Scripted and cursive.
They don't make them like that anymore
They don't make them like that anymore
They don't make them like that anymore
They don't make them like that
Oldest to youngest,
And newest to furthest,
Taking turns wearing the hat.
Where do your thoughts go,
At the first snow,
Mine go to the township of Wainfleet, Ontario.
When I come home,
And park in the driveway,
When I'll be home,
From a long way away,
And back to our family,
Our new baby,
Though some things are different,
Some are always the same.
But they don't make them like that anymore
They don't make them like that anymore
They don't make them like that anymore
They don't make them like that
Little bells ringing,
Red ribbon bows,
The ends they are singing,
The highs and the lows,
Green limbs are blinking,
The presents below,
They won't be the same,
Without you, I know.