This one is for every mom who cried in the kitchen
But never gave up on their child
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Little kid on the block always in some mess
Talkin back in class makin noise no rest
Mama in the kitchen with her head bowed low
Silent tears fall while the cold winds blow
She wrote me a letter by the tree that night
Not asking for gifts just asking for light
Dear Wicked Santa please help my baby see
There is so much more to who they can be
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Kid came home late saw the note on the floor
Recognized their name had to read a little more
Every word of love hit deep felt strange
Mama still believed they could really change
That night they thought hard stared up at the sky
Said If she believes I at least gotta try
So they started small showing love piece by piece
And I watched from above as their trouble hearts eased
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice by Christmas night
Naughty turned nice
