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The sunrise gently broke the night
the sky was tangerine
we landed after a long flight
I saw just what you mean

The island was just gorgeous
the trade winds and the sea
Like it was made just for us
Awaiting you and me

How can come here just for a visit?
Why isn't this our home?
It's not just for the tourists, is it?
Let's stay and never roam

The sun, the beach, the sand, the sky
The blues and whites and greens
The parasailers way up high
The surfers and the teens

Let's open up a little shop
And sell some sporting gear
We'll always feel we're right on top
Of the world if we live here!

Island of the Tangerine Sky

Mother-in-Law

She doesn’t like my clothes
and she adds to all my woes
She cannot stand my shoes
And she really hates my views
I’d keep her from my house
Yet her son became my spouse
She comes over like a sonic boom

She’s the worst mother-in-law in the nation
She defies all explanation
Why can’t she just go far away
Like find a lovely job
On the space station?

She explodes through my front door
Ready for a fight and sore
Screams, “This place is such a mess!”
I don’t like her, can’t you guess?
Thinks I’m no good for her son
Though he just turned forty-one
She should fly back out upon her broom

She’s the worst mother-in-law in the nation
She defies all explanation
Why can’t she go far away and stay
Find a decades-long job
On the space station?

My good man, we ought to pack
Move away before she’s back
Never more to interfere
Grab your suitcase, load your gear
Since she’ll never quite improve
She’ll return and find we’ve moved
We’ll get ourselves some breathing room
We can find a way to let our love bloom

Mother-in-Law Shuffle

Hey Santa can your elves make me a time machine?
I know what I’m using it for
I recall a time so bright
During the holiday of light
I’m talking about Christmas
back in 1964…

Perhaps you think that my idea
is nothing but a folly
But that was such a tuneful year
of hard day’s nights and Dolly
Mary Poppins in the theaters,
and Bewitched on the TV
The Beach Boys got around,
My parents taught The Twist to me!
On Christmas Eve I thought I heard a reindeer on the roof,
I yelled to Daddy, “Santa’s here! I just heard lotsa proof!”
It’s true that I was tiny but I loved the Christmas cheer
But that alone was not what made it such a special year
It wasn’t just from singing songs or watching Jackie Gleason
We had all four grandparents there that season!

My Mom Mom and my Pop Pop
Grandpa Pat and Grandma Claire
All four of them were with us
All four of them were there
In addition to the candy canes and turkey, treats and gravy
Uncle Jimmy came in uniform directly from the Navy
A smile was on his handsome face as wide as the whole sea
And he was carrying a rocking horse he crafted just for me

We didn’t know it then,
and there was no way we could guess
That this same time next year there would be
one fine grandpa less
What I would give just one more time
if he’d come through the door
So take me back to Christmas 1964!


By now there’s been so many years
between that day and this
Our family circle dwindled,
there’s many folks to miss
When we were all together
Holidays meant so much more
Take me back to Christmas 1964!

So Santa, put your elves to work
What are you waiting for?
Can’t they make me that time machine?
I’d love to visit Christmas 1964!

Take me back to Christmas
I want to return to that Christmas
Please take me back to Christmas 1964!

Take Me Back to Christmas 1964


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The sunrise gently broke the night
the sky was tangerine
we landed after a long flight
I saw just what you mean

The island was just gorgeous
the trade winds and the sea
Like it was made just for us
Awaiting you and me

How can come here just for a visit?
Why isn't this our home?
It's not just for the tourists, is it?
Let's stay and never roam

The sun, the beach, the sand, the sky
The blues and whites and greens
The parasailers way up high
The surfers and the teens

Let's open up a little shop
And sell some sporting gear
We'll always feel we're right on top
Of the world if we live here!

Island of the Tangerine Sky

Mother-in-Law

She doesn’t like my clothes
and she adds to all my woes
She cannot stand my shoes
And she really hates my views
I’d keep her from my house
Yet her son became my spouse
She comes over like a sonic boom

She’s the worst mother-in-law in the nation
She defies all explanation
Why can’t she just go far away
Like find a lovely job
On the space station?

She explodes through my front door
Ready for a fight and sore
Screams, “This place is such a mess!”
I don’t like her, can’t you guess?
Thinks I’m no good for her son
Though he just turned forty-one
She should fly back out upon her broom

She’s the worst mother-in-law in the nation
She defies all explanation
Why can’t she go far away and stay
Find a decades-long job
On the space station?

My good man, we ought to pack
Move away before she’s back
Never more to interfere
Grab your suitcase, load your gear
Since she’ll never quite improve
She’ll return and find we’ve moved
We’ll get ourselves some breathing room
We can find a way to let our love bloom

Mother-in-Law Shuffle

Hey Santa can your elves make me a time machine?
I know what I’m using it for
I recall a time so bright
During the holiday of light
I’m talking about Christmas
back in 1964…

Perhaps you think that my idea
is nothing but a folly
But that was such a tuneful year
of hard day’s nights and Dolly
Mary Poppins in the theaters,
and Bewitched on the TV
The Beach Boys got around,
My parents taught The Twist to me!
On Christmas Eve I thought I heard a reindeer on the roof,
I yelled to Daddy, “Santa’s here! I just heard lotsa proof!”
It’s true that I was tiny but I loved the Christmas cheer
But that alone was not what made it such a special year
It wasn’t just from singing songs or watching Jackie Gleason
We had all four grandparents there that season!

My Mom Mom and my Pop Pop
Grandpa Pat and Grandma Claire
All four of them were with us
All four of them were there
In addition to the candy canes and turkey, treats and gravy
Uncle Jimmy came in uniform directly from the Navy
A smile was on his handsome face as wide as the whole sea
And he was carrying a rocking horse he crafted just for me

We didn’t know it then,
and there was no way we could guess
That this same time next year there would be
one fine grandpa less
What I would give just one more time
if he’d come through the door
So take me back to Christmas 1964!


By now there’s been so many years
between that day and this
Our family circle dwindled,
there’s many folks to miss
When we were all together
Holidays meant so much more
Take me back to Christmas 1964!

So Santa, put your elves to work
What are you waiting for?
Can’t they make me that time machine?
I’d love to visit Christmas 1964!

Take me back to Christmas
I want to return to that Christmas
Please take me back to Christmas 1964!

Take Me Back to Christmas 1964

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The sunrise gently broke the night
the sky was tangerine
we landed after a long flight
I saw just what you mean

The island was just gorgeous
the trade winds and the sea
Like it was made just for us
Awaiting you and me

How can come here just for a visit?
Why isn't this our home?
It's not just for the tourists, is it?
Let's stay and never roam

The sun, the beach, the sand, the sky
The blues and whites and greens
The parasailers way up high
The surfers and the teens

Let's open up a little shop
And sell some sporting gear
We'll always feel we're right on top
Of the world if we live here!

Island of the Tangerine Sky

Mother-in-Law

She doesn’t like my clothes
and she adds to all my woes
She cannot stand my shoes
And she really hates my views
I’d keep her from my house
Yet her son became my spouse
She comes over like a sonic boom

She’s the worst mother-in-law in the nation
She defies all explanation
Why can’t she just go far away
Like find a lovely job
On the space station?

She explodes through my front door
Ready for a fight and sore
Screams, “This place is such a mess!”
I don’t like her, can’t you guess?
Thinks I’m no good for her son
Though he just turned forty-one
She should fly back out upon her broom

She’s the worst mother-in-law in the nation
She defies all explanation
Why can’t she go far away and stay
Find a decades-long job
On the space station?

My good man, we ought to pack
Move away before she’s back
Never more to interfere
Grab your suitcase, load your gear
Since she’ll never quite improve
She’ll return and find we’ve moved
We’ll get ourselves some breathing room
We can find a way to let our love bloom

Mother-in-Law Shuffle

Hey Santa can your elves make me a time machine?
I know what I’m using it for
I recall a time so bright
During the holiday of light
I’m talking about Christmas
back in 1964…

Perhaps you think that my idea
is nothing but a folly
But that was such a tuneful year
of hard day’s nights and Dolly
Mary Poppins in the theaters,
and Bewitched on the TV
The Beach Boys got around,
My parents taught The Twist to me!
On Christmas Eve I thought I heard a reindeer on the roof,
I yelled to Daddy, “Santa’s here! I just heard lotsa proof!”
It’s true that I was tiny but I loved the Christmas cheer
But that alone was not what made it such a special year
It wasn’t just from singing songs or watching Jackie Gleason
We had all four grandparents there that season!

My Mom Mom and my Pop Pop
Grandpa Pat and Grandma Claire
All four of them were with us
All four of them were there
In addition to the candy canes and turkey, treats and gravy
Uncle Jimmy came in uniform directly from the Navy
A smile was on his handsome face as wide as the whole sea
And he was carrying a rocking horse he crafted just for me

We didn’t know it then,
and there was no way we could guess
That this same time next year there would be
one fine grandpa less
What I would give just one more time
if he’d come through the door
So take me back to Christmas 1964!


By now there’s been so many years
between that day and this
Our family circle dwindled,
there’s many folks to miss
When we were all together
Holidays meant so much more
Take me back to Christmas 1964!

So Santa, put your elves to work
What are you waiting for?
Can’t they make me that time machine?
I’d love to visit Christmas 1964!

Take me back to Christmas
I want to return to that Christmas
Please take me back to Christmas 1964!

Take Me Back to Christmas 1964


About Me

Bio

CAROLYN SUMMER QUINN grew up singing show tunes in Roselle and Scotch Plains, NJ, a member of an outrageous and rollicking extended family. She became interested in theatrical history at the age of twelve after participating in a theater arts workshop and later obtained a B.A. in English and Theater/Media from Kean University. She particularly loves the songs and styles of the 1920s. Carolyn wrote "MAMA ROSE'S TURN: The True Story of America's Most Notorious Stage Mother" after extensively researching the life of Rose Thompson Hovick, whose colorful and unorthodox parenting style inspired the Broadway musical Gypsy. Her second book, for middle-grade students, is the historical novel KEEP YOUR SONGS IN YOUR HEAR: A STORY OF FRIENDSHIP AND HOPE DURING WORLD WAR II. It's an Award Finalist in the Pre-Teen Category of the 2019 American Fiction Awards. Carolyn lives in New York City and can be contacted through her website, .carolynquinn.net. Find her also on .carolynquinn.artistweb

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