Song Description
Song Title: Xmas 2025 Song 6, Hallelujah at the VFW , Country Christmas
Artist Concept: Anonymous Country Male Solo
Vocal Style: Styled after
Genre: Country Holiday Christmas
Theme:
Written by: Ronald Hudkins
Produced by: Hudkins Publishing
Platform: Songer AI Studio Vocals & Musicians
About the Song
It’s Christmas at the VFW hall — folding tables, crockpots, and hometown pride. What starts as a simple potluck turns into a heartfelt sing-along where faith, friendship, and freedom blend into something sacred. This song captures small-town America at its most real — humble, loyal, and deeply connected.
Why It Matters
.“Hallelujah at the VFW” honors veterans and the communities that never forget them. It reminds us that holiness doesn’t always need pews or pulpits — sometimes it’s found in a hall where laughter, prayer, and country pride echo off the walls.
Song Lyrics Xmas 2025 Song 6 Hallelujah at the VFW
The hall’s been cleaned since early dawn,
Flags hang straight, old photos on the wall.
Foldin’ chairs scrape ‘cross the floor,
Kids chase the dog through the kitchen door.
Martha’s chili’s hot, Joe’s pie took first,
Someone tunes a guitar just to see if it works.
And outside, snow’s driftin’ slow as a hymn,
While the crowd trickles in, old friends and kin.
Hallelujah at the VFW,
Where the stars and stripes still feel brand new.
No stained glass windows, just heart and glue,
Ain’t a church steeple high enough to hold this kind of Hallelujah.
A Marine stands quiet near the door,
Nods to a kid who never heard war before.
The bingo board’s pushed out of the way,
To make room for a manger made from hay.
Then someone starts hummin’ “Silent Night,”
And the whole room joins under Christmas lights.
Hands lift, voices crack, tears fall true,
As the old vets sing like the angels do.
Hallelujah at the VFW,
Where the stars and stripes still feel brand new.
No stained glass windows, just heart and glue,
Ain’t a church steeple high enough to hold this kind of Hallelujah.
Between the laughter, prayers, and song,
You feel what’s right in a world gone wrong.
Faith ain’t fancy, love ain’t loud,
But it’s holy when it fills a crowd.
Hallelujah at the VFW,
Old souls stand tall in their Sunday boots.
The spirit here’s red, white, and true,
Ain’t a church steeple high enough to hold this kind of Hallelujah.