Daddy Stuff

(R. Killough)



If someone said I'd feel this way, I'd laughed out loud

But you were born on Christmas Day, and I never felt so proud

A baby girl can make the biggest man a powder puff

I can't explain the way I feel, I guess it's daddy's stuff.



Now Christmas seems to come so fast, more than once a year

Childhood never seems to last, then grown up way appear

Assembling toys on Christmas Eve sometimes was really touch

But I love helping Santa Claus, I guess it's daddy's stuff.



If love going Christmas shopping, finding mom a gift from you

The times we spent together, seemed so special and so few

We'd go hand in hand from store to store, until you had enough

Then I'd make your mind up for you, another part of daddy's stuff.



Now Christmas seems to come so fast, more than once a year

Childhood never seems to last, then grown up way appear

Assembling toys on Christmas Eve sometimes was really touch

But I love helping Santa Claus, I guess it's daddy's stuff.



The holidays have changed a lot, since you're all grown up

You're going out with the boys, polished nails and soft makeup

If I could turn the tide of time, I'd do it sure enough

I'd have my Christmas angel back and be doing daddy's stuff...