Looking out the window of this Hollywood hotel,nYou'd never know that it was Christmas Eve.nThe billboards and the neon took the place of silver bells,nAnd the temperature is 84 degrees.nnI can hear the traffic on the crowded strip belownAs the palm trees poke their heads above the scenenBut there's not a single reindeer and it hardly ever snows,nAnd Santa drives a Rolls Royce limosine.nnBut all along the Rockies you can feel it in the airnFrom Telluride to Boulder down belownThe closest thing to heaven on this planet anywherenIs a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snownnI remember Christmases when I was just a boynIn the morning I would run to see the tree.nAnd the carolers on the hillside sang their songs of Christmas joynWell, I always thought they sang them just for me.nnNow the sun is setting in the California skynAnd I can't find the spirit anywherenSo I think it's time for me to tell Los Angeles goodbyenI'm going back home to look for Christmas therennBut all along the Rockies you can feel it in the airnFrom Telluride to Boulder down belownThe closest thing to heaven on this planet anywherenIs a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snow