Make Room for One More

Mom would call out from the kitchen "Could you bring another chair?" Dad would find one in the basement Like he kept it waiting there Someone from the office Someone new along the street You would ask them how they liked it Then you'd pass them something sweet

Make room for one more That's what you would say Move the dishes down a little Let them find their own place Mom and Dad, at Christmas We can see what you were doing You were making it so easy For somebody to come in

No one had to tell their story No one had to earn their seat Dad would ask them for an answer To the crossword by his knee Mom would give them all the credit For the gravy turning out And they'd stay to play a card game Till the candles all burned down

Make room for one more That's what you would say Move the dishes down a little Let them find their own place Mom and Dad, at Christmas We can see what you were doing You were making it so easy For somebody to come in

There's a neighbor in my building Whose flight was called off yesterday And we asked if she would join us She said, "I don't want to be in the way" We could hear you in our answer "Bring yourself, we'd love you here" Now she's standing on your doorstep With some oranges to share

Make room for one more We know where the chairs are Dad is taking down her coat Mom is asking how things are Merry Christmas to the people Who showed us where to begin You were making it so easy For somebody to come in

Mom and Dad, you taught us well Come on in