It was a quiet Christmas Eve,
The snow fell soft and slow,
John and Mary sat by the fire,
With lights and candles' glow.
A tiny whimper at the door,
A sound they can't believe,
A little puppy, cold and scared,
Appeared on Christmas Eve.
They rushed him in from winter's cold,
And brought him near the fire,
He curled up close and closed his eyes,
A nap was his desire.
Love isn't always neat and planned,
It's messy, wild, and bright,
It teaches joy through chaos' hand,
And fills your heart with light.
(Oh, love is bright, yeah...)
But when he woke, this tiny pup
Who had shivered in the cold,
A playful light shone in his eyes,
The timid pup now bold.
He knocked the stockings off the wall,
And tangled in the lights,
He chewed on ribbons, dashed through halls,
And stirred up Christmas night.
Love isn't always neat and planned,
It's messy, wild, and bright,
It teaches joy through chaos' hand,
And fills your heart with light.
(Yeah, yeah, love is bright...)
John's anger flared, the mess was great,
But Mary's loving eyes,
Melted his heart, the pup was more
Than just a wild surprise.
They didn't know what they had missed,
They didn't know their home could be,
So filled with joy and so much life,
The pup, he was the key.
Love isn't always neat and planned,
It's messy, wild, and bright,
It teaches joy through chaos' hand,
And fills your heart with light.
(Love is bright, mmm...)
The morning came, the house a wreck,
But something in them grew,
A little pup with clumsy steps,
Had taught them something new.
Love isn't always neat and planned,
It's messy, wild, and bright,
It teaches joy through chaos' hand,
And fills your heart with light.
(Love is bright, yeah...)
So hold on tight when chaos comes,
And let love lead the way,
For in the mess, you just might find,
Love on Christmas Day
(Love on Christmas Day..)