Story Behind The Song

Story of writers' father, his mother and brother and sister

Lyrics

Little Eddy grew up awfully young
his daddy died when he was nine
patrolling picket lines down on Rector Street
in the crossfire of a cold December morn...

His momma got no compensation
three kids to raise alone
silver stars from his uniform
and a home on Victory Boulevard.

And it's getting close to Christmas
close to going home
to memories that turn his heart around
it's close to Christmas now...

Lolly was always the older sister
little Eddy liked to clown around
Dutch and cousin Louie took their saxophones
to parades on Baker's playground...

Lolly was the one who took him in
when their momma first began to fail
handmade stockings and a pine cone tree
lacy ribbons wrapped around the angels hair...

And it's getting close to Christmas
close to going home
to memories that turn his heart around
it's close to Christmas now
close to Christmas now.

Now Eddy never talks too much
he says what's passed is past and gone
lamplight flickers down on Rector Street
and a home still stands on Victory Boulevard.