The Reason for the Season

It's nearly midnight Christmas eve And everyone's asleep but me Along with the angel on the tree And my memories Then a picture on the mantel caught my eye A pretty girl and a young G.I. Christmas '45 Love was born in war when times were bad But they gave each other all they had My mom and dad The gift of an open heart A song from this old guitar Knowing how long they've been here That was enough It's not the presents that we bring They are the least important things The reason for the season Is love She held an old brown teddybear He won for her at the county fair It was a perfect bear Love endures when love is true It give to her last breath they drew Just like a tear The gift of an open heart The cool of the cozy heart Would show you how love can build beyond That same love It's not the presents that we bring They are the least important things The reason for the season Is love Love, if only love Could last through the season Love, and only love For some selfish reason The gift of an open heart The cool of the cozy heart Would show you how love can build beyond That same love It's not the presents that we bring They are the least important things The reason for the season Is love The reason for the season Is love