Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song His Favorite Christmas Story, artist - Capital Lights. Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Song language: English
His Favorite Christmas Story |
| He met her up in Delaware in 1937 |
| She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress |
| December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when he finally gained the courage to ask her to dance |
| It was the night before Christmas, it was love at first sight |
| The carolers sang as they danced through the night |
| She was a small town girl, he was a traveling guy |
| He never caught her name before they said their goodbyes |
| A couple years later he was out on the road |
| Having Christmas dinner in a diner alone |
| When he saw a young waitress with a gleam in her eye |
| Her favorite day of the year she showed her spirits were high |
| She said sir can you shed a little holiday cheer |
| A simple Christmas story was all she wanted to hear |
| He looked prepared with a smile as he started to say here’s my favorite |
| Christmas story about a girl with no name |
| He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937 |
| She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress |
| December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask her to dance |
| Every holiday season as he traveled he’d tell about his Christmas dance partner |
| that he never knew well |
| He’d share his favorite story with the locals he met |
| He was called the Christmas story tellin traveling man |
| By age 53 he had done settled down |
| All the neighborhood kids liked to gather around |
| Just to listen to his stories about his life on the road |
| All he had now were these children he told |
| And every Christmas eve they showed up before dark |
| He’d tell them all the story but they knew it by heart |
| They could quote it word for word, he always told it the same |
| It was his favorite Christmas story called the girl with no name |
| He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937 |
| She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress |
| December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask her to dance |
| Twenty years later as he took his last breath |
| It was on a cold Christmas morning on a hospital bed |
| The children were grown, he had nobody left |
| Except the little old nurse who was holding his hand |
| He said Ma’am can you share a little holiday cheer |
| A simple Christmas story was all he wanted to hear |
| But his eyes filled with tears at the words that she spoke |
| Because his favorite Christmas story was the one that she told |
| She said I met him up in Delaware in 1937 |
| Though I never caught his name he was a traveling man |
| December 24th at a quarter till eleven |
| I’m so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance |