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Backwoods Christmas

Peter Chase Jr. • Global 🌍

A cinematic, country-pop holiday moment — warm, nostalgic, and full of small-town magic.

Behind the Song

A warm, nostalgic holiday story.

“Backwoods Christmas” is a country-pop holiday vignette — the feeling of headlights on pine trees, snow boots on gravel roads, and small-town love lit by firelight. Peter Chase Jr. delivers a cinematic, soft-southern vocal that feels both familiar and fresh.

The song captures the magic of a quiet December night: porch-swing warmth, bonfire glow, and the kind of love that doesn’t need crowds or chaos to feel big. It’s a postcard from the woods — intimate, grounded, and full of heart.

It’s Christmas, but not the city kind — this is flannel-weather, slow-dance energy. Truck bed gifts, whispered promises in the cold, and a relationship that feels real enough to melt frost.

This is Peter Chase Jr.’s signature lane: storytelling with texture, tenderness, and undeniable presence.

Lyrics

Snowfall hittin’ like a lullaby
Lights hangin’ off the pines so high
Mm-mm, yeah

Pulled up slow on a gravel road
Radio low with the heat on glow
Red flannel wrapped on your front porch swing
Firelight dancin’ off your mama’s old wreath

City lights can’t hold a flame
To this moonshine glow and your candy cane name
Mistletoe hangin’ from a pine tree limb
Girl come get lost with me again

It’s a backwoods Christmas kissin’ in the cold
Midnight prayers with your hand to hold
Bonfire burnin’ like the love we make
Sweet tea spiked in a candy cane shake
Ain’t no sleigh bells on this ridge
Just a truck bed full of gifts and a wish
You and me wrapped tight like this
Damn I love a backwoods Christmas

Grandma’s cookin’ got the whole house loud
But we sneak off when no one’s around
Snow boots stompin’ past that barn
To where you first let me hold your heart

Ain’t no crowd but we got a choir
Of coyotes howlin’ by the fire
Baby this ain’t Macy’s parade
But it’s magic we make every holiday

Hot breath fog on a windshield
Got your name lit in my heart
Like them lights strung on that barn

Written by Nick Boyd © POTSH Studios 2025

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