Pass the Sprinkles

Verse 1

Flour on the counter, flour on the floor

Mom's already laughing, "Alright, let's make some more"

She hands me the roller, shows me how to press it down

"Not too thin, not too thick — yeah, you got it now"

Sugar cookies waiting, shapes all over the tray

Candy canes and stars and trees, the way she always made

She lets me shake the sprinkles even though I go too wild

Red and green and white all over, both of us just smiling

Pre-Chorus

Icing on our fingers, sugar in our hair

She says "Don't worry, we'll clean it later, I don't even care"

The oven's heating up, the radio's on

And the whole house smells like Christmas the second the timer's done

Chorus

Sugar cookies, sprinkles, candy canes on the tray

Mom in the kitchen showing us the way

Flour on the floor and love all over the place

Messy hands, messy hearts, biggest smile on her face

This is how we do Christmas, this is how it's supposed to feel

Loud and sweet and a little bit real

Sugar cookies, sprinkles, and Mom right here

Yeah, this is my favorite time of year

Verse 2

She shows me how to twist the dough so the candy cane looks right

Red and white all striped together under the kitchen light

"Press a little harder, don't be scared to make a mess"

She's got icing on her cheek and she couldn't care less

We line them up together, some perfect, some a little bent

She says the crooked ones are the ones she loves the best

We steal a couple warm ones before they even cool

Laughing with our mouths full like a couple of happy fools

Pre-Chorus

Icing on our fingers, sugar in our hair

She says "Don't worry, we'll clean it later, I don't even care"

The oven's heating up, the radio's on

And the whole house smells like Christmas the second the timer's done

Chorus

Sugar cookies, sprinkles, candy canes on the tray

Mom in the kitchen showing us the way

Flour on the floor and love all over the place

Messy hands, messy hearts, biggest smile on her face

This is how we do Christmas, this is how it's supposed to feel

Loud and sweet and a little bit real

Sugar cookies, sprinkles, and Mom right here

Yeah, this is my favorite time of year

Bridge - Half-time, then building hard

She taught me how to roll it

She taught me how to care

She taught me that the mess

Is half the magic there

So pass me the sprinkles

Let's cover every one

'Cause Christmas in this kitchen

Is the best kind of fun

Final Chorus

Sugar cookies, sprinkles, candy canes on the tray

Mom in the kitchen showing us the way

Flour on the floor and love all over the place

Messy hands, messy hearts, biggest smile on her face

This is how we do Christmas, this is how it's supposed to feel

Loud and sweet and a little bit real

Sugar cookies, sprinkles, and Mom right here

Yeah, this is my favorite time of year

Outro - Full band, driving

Pass the sprinkles!

Yeah, pass the sprinkles!

Merry Christmas, Mom —

Let's make a mess again!