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Thank God For Kids: A Celebration of Childhood Wonder

The heartwarming ballad “Thank God For Kids” might be a staple of The Oak Ridge Boys’ Christmas album, but its journey began much earlier. Songwriter Eddy Raven penned the tune in 1973, inspired by a simple request from his son. The younger Raven wanted to collaborate with his dad on a song featuring his favorite characters, like Mickey Mouse and Big Bird.

Raven took that spark and crafted a song that celebrates the joy and wonder children bring to the world. The lyrics explore the quieter moments, like a child’s curiosity (“Daddy, how does this thing fly?”) and the way they keep us young at heart (“There’s magic for a while, a special kind of sunshine in a smile”). Raven even throws in a playful nod to the spirit of Christmas with lines about Santa Claus and the stork.

Originally released as a B-side in 1976, “Thank God For Kids” found new life when The Oak Ridge Boys recorded it for their 1982 Christmas album. Their signature four-part harmonies and upbeat gospel influence transformed the song into a holiday favorite. The track became the only single released from the album, a testament to its enduring appeal.

“Thank God For Kids” transcends the holiday season. It’s a reminder of the preciousness of childhood, the unconditional love parents feel, and the simple joys that children bring to our lives. So next time you hear those familiar Oak Ridge Boys voices proclaiming their gratitude for kids, take a moment to appreciate the little ones in your own world.

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