All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, (thweeth)

My two front teeth, (thweeth)

My two front teeth. (thweeth)

Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth (thweeth)

Then I could wish you Merry Christmas.

It seems so long since I could say:

"Sister Susie sitting on the front steps."

Every time I try to speak all I do is whistle: ssssssss.

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth,

My two front teeth, (thweeth)

My two front teeth.

Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth (thweeth)

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee,

All through the night.

Guardian angels God will send thee,

All through the night.

Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,

Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,

I my loving vigil keeping,

All through the night.

Angels from the realms of glory,

Wing your flight o'er all the earth;

Ye who sang creation’s story,

Now proclaim Messiah's birth.

Shepherds, in the field abiding,

Watching o’er your flocks by night,

God with man is now residing;

Yonder shines the infant Light.

Though an infant now we view Him,

He shall fill his Father’s throne,

Gather all the nations to him;

Every knee shall then bow down.

Sages, leave your contemplations,

Brighter visions beam afar,

Seek the great Desire of Nations;

Ye have seen his natal star.

Saints, before the altar bending,

Watching long in hope and fear,

Suddenly, the Lord descending,

In his temple shall appear.

Angels we have heard on high,

Sweetly singing o'er the plains;

And the mountains in reply,

Echoing their joyous strains.

Shepherds, why this jubilee?

Why your joyous strains prolong?

What the gladsome tidings be,

Which inspire your heav’nly song?

Come to Bethlehem and see,

Him whose birth the angels sing;

Come, adore on bended knee,

Christ the Lord, the newborn King.

See him in a manger laid,

Whom the choirs of angels praise;

Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,

While our hearts in love we raise.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind,

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And auld lang syne?

And there’s a hand,

my trusty friend,

And gie’s a hand o’ thine;

And we’ll take a right guid friendly drink

For auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

Tho' they return with scars?

These are a noble hero's lot,

Obtain'd in glorious wars.

Welcome, my Varo, to my breast,

Thy arms about me twine,

And make me once again as blest,

As I was lang syne.

O'er moor and dale with your gay friend,

You may pursue the chase,,

And after a blythe bottle end

All cares in my embrace.

And in a vacant rainy day

You shall be wholly mine;

We'll make the hours run smooth away,

And laugh at lang syne.

Shall Monarchy be quite forgot,

And of it no more heard?

Antiquity be razed about

And slav'ry put in stead?

Is Scotsman's blood now grown so cold,

The valor of their mind,

That they can never once reflect

On old lang syne?

Away in a manger, no crib for His bed,

The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.

The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,

The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the poor Baby wakes,

But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes.

I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky,

And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay,

Close by me forever, and love me, I pray!

Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,

And take us to heaven, to live with Thee there.

I’ll have a blue Christmas without you,

I’ll be so blue, just thinkin’ about you;

Decorations of red

On a green Christmas tree,

Won’t mean a thing, dear,

If you’re not here with me;

And when those blue snowflakes start fallin’,

That’s when those blue memories start callin’,

You’ll be doing all right

With your Christmas of white.

But I’ll have a blue, blue, Christmas.

Christians, awake, salute the happy morn,

Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.

Rise to adore the mystery of love,

Which hosts of angels chanted from above.

With them the joyful tidings first begun

Of God incarnate and the Virgin’s Son.

Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,

Who heard the angelic herald’s voice: "Behold,

I bring good tidings of a Saviour’s birth

To you and all the nations upon earth.

This day hath God fulfilled His promised word;

This day is born a Saviour, Christ the Lord."

He spake, and straightaway the celestial choir,

In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire;

The praises of redeeming love they sang,

And heaven’s whole orb with halleluias rang.

God’s highest glory was their anthem still,

Peace upon earth and unto men goodwill.

To Bethlehem straight with shepherds ran

To see the wonder God had wrought for man,

And found, with Joseph and the blessed Maid,

Her Son, The Saviour, in a manger laid.

Amazed, the wondrous story they proclaim,

The earliest heralds of the Saviour’s name.

Let us, like these good shepherds, then employ,

Our grateful voices to proclaim the joy.

Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss,

From his poor manger to His bitter cross,

Treading His steps, assisted by His grace,

Till man’s first heavenly state again takes place.

Then may we hope, the angelic thrones among,

To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song.

He that was born upon his joyful day

Around us all His glory shall display.

Saved by His love, incessant we shall sing

Of angels and of angel-men the King.

The holly green, the ivy green,

The prettiest picture you’ve ever seen

Is Christmas in Killarney,

With all of the folks at home.

It’s nice you know, to kiss your beau

While cuddling under the mistletoe,

And Santa Claus, you know of course,

Is one of the boys from home.

The door is always open.

The neighbors pay a call;

And Father John, before he’s gone,

Will bless the house and all.

How grand it feels to click your heels,

And join in the fun of the jigs and reels,

I’m handin’ you no blarney –

The likes you’ve never known

Is Christmas in Killarney,

With all the folks at home.

Christmas is for children;

It’s magic time of year,

For candy canes

And gifts with names,

For kids who are so dear.

The love that flows

Just grows and grows,

Like no other time it’s true.

Because Christmas is for children,

Just like Christmas is for you.

Christmas is for children;

It’s a gift of love and joy,

That fills our house with gladness,

Beyond the gift of joy.

The love they share,

Just can’t compare

To another love it’s true.

Because Christmas is for children

Just like Christmas is for you.

Give our hearts like children,

And let us all feel joy.

Just reach out and be children

Giving more and more and more.

Christmas is for children;

It’s a magic time of year.

For candy canes,

and gifts with names,

For kids who are so dear.

The love that flows,

Just grows and grows,

Like no other love I’ve known.

Because Christmas is for children,

Christmas is for children,

Christmas is for children,

Just like Christmas is for you.

Christmas time is coming,

There’s magic in the air.

Christmas time is coming,

You can see it everywhere.

Hear the children laughing,

Brings a happy little tear,

Cause memories come back again

When Christmas time is here.

Christmas time is coming,

That special time of year.

You can feel it getting near.

All the smiling faces,

Seem to tell you that it’s true,

That Christmas time was really made

For giving love to you.

Christmas time is coming soon

And you know what to say:

"Merry Christmas one and all

Have a happy Christmas Day."

Christmas time is coming to you,

Merry Christmas,

Merry Christmas,

Merry Christmas.

When I was but a youngster,

Christmas meant one thing,

That I’d be getting lots of toys that day.

I learned a whole lot different,

When my Mother sat me down,

And taught me to spell Christmas this way:

"C" is for the Christ child, born upon this day,

"H" for herald angels in the night,

"R" means our Redeemer,

"I" means Israel,

"S" is for the star that shone so bright,

"T" is for three wise men, they who traveled far,

"M" is for the manger where he lay,

"A" ’s for all He stands for,

"S" means shepherds came,

And that’s why there’s a Christmas day,

And that’s why there’s a Christmas day.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,

Jack Frost nipping at your nose;

Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,

And folks dressed up like Eskimos.

Ev’rybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe

Help to make the season bright;

Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow

Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Santa’s on his way,

He’s loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh,

And every mother’s child is gonna spy

To see if reindeer really know how to fly.

And so, I’m offering this simple phrase

To kids from one to ninety-two:

Although it’s been said many times, many ways,

"Merry Christmas to you!"

Oh sisters too,

How may we do,

For to preserve this day,

This poor youngling,

For whom we do sing,

Bye bye, lully lullay?

Herod, the king,

In his raging,

charged he hath this day.

His men of might,

In his own sight,

All young children to slay.

That woe is me,

Poor child, for thee!

And every morn and day,

For thy parting,

Neither say nor sing,

Deck the halls with boughs of holly,

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la;

'Tis the season to be jolly,

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.

Don we now our gay apparel,

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la;

Troll the ancient Yuletide carol,

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.;

See the blazing yule before us,

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la;

Strike the harp and join the chorus,

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.

Follow me in merry measure,

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la;

While I tell of Yuletide treasure,

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.

Fast away the old year passes,

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la;

Hail the New Year, lads and lasses,

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.

Sing we joyous, all together,

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la;

Heedless of the wind and weather,

Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.

Said the night wind to the little lamb,

Do you hear what I hear? Do you hear what I hear?

Way up in the sky, little lamb,

Do you see what I see? Do you see what I see?

A star, a star, dancing in the night,

With a tale as big as a kite,

With a tail as big as a kite.

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,

Do you hear what I hear? Do you hear what I hear?

Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,

Do you hear what I hear? Do you hear what I hear?

A song, a song, high above the tree,

With a voice as big as the sea,

With a voice as big as the seas.

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty King,

Do you know what I know? Do you know what I know?

In your palace, warm, mighty King,

Do you know what I know? Do you know what I know?

A child, a child, shivers in the cold,

Let us bring him silver and gold,

Leg us bring him silver and gold.

Said the King to the people everywhere

Listen to what I say, Listen to what I say --

Pray for peace, people everywhere,

Listen to what I say, Listen to what I say --

A child, a child, sleeping in the night,

He will bring us goodness and light,

He will bring us goodness and light.

The first Noel the angels did say,

Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;

In fields where they lay, keeping their sheep,

On a cold winter's night that was so deep.

They looked up and saw a star,

Shining in the East, beyond them far;

And to the earth it gave great light,

And so it continued, both day and night.

And by the light of that same star,

Three Wise Men came from country far;

To seek for a King was their intent,

And to follow the star wherever it went.

This star drew nigh to the northwest;

O'er Bethlehem it took its rest,

And there it did both stop and stay,

Right over the place where Jesus lay.

Then did they know assuredly,

Within that house the King did lie;

One entered in then for to see,

And found the Babe in poverty.

Then they did know assuredly,

Within that house, the King did lie;

One entered in then for to see,

And found the babe in poverty.

Then entered in those Wise Men three,

Fell reverently, upon bended knee,

And offered there, in His presence,

Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.

Between an ox-stall and an ass,

This child truly there born he was;

For want of clothing they did him lay,

All in the manger among the hay.

Then let us all with one accord,

Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,

That hath made heav’n and earth of nought,

And with his blood mankind hath bought.

If we in our time shall do well,

We shall be free from death and hell;

For God hath prepared for us all,

A resting place in general.

Frosty the Snowman was a jolly happy soul,

With a corn-cob pipe and a button nose

And two eyes made out of coal.

Frosty the Snowman was a fairy tale, they say.

He was made of snow but the children know

How he came to life one day.

There must have been some magic

In that old silk hat they found,

For when they placed it on his head,

He began to dance around.

For, Frosty the Snowman was alive as he could be,

And the children say he could laugh and play

Just the same as you and me.

Frosty the Snowman, knew the sun was hot that day,

So he said let’s run and we’ll have some fun,

Now before I melt away.

Down through the village,

With a broomstick in his hand,

Running here and there, all around the square,

Sayin’ catch me if you can.

He ran right down the streets of town,

Right to the traffic cop,

And he only paused a moment when,

He heard him holler "Stop!"

For, Frosty the snowman had to hurry on his way,

But he waved good-bye sayin’ don’t you cry,

I’ll be back again someday.

Thumpety thump thump,

Thumpety thump thump,

Look at Frosty go,

Thumpety, thump thump,

Thumpety, thump thump,

Over the hills of snow!

While shepherds kept their watching

O’er silent flocks by night,

Behold throughout the heavens,

There shone a holy light.

The shepherds feared and trembled,

When lo! above the earth,

Rang out the angel chorus,

That hailed Our Saviour’s birth.

Down in a lowly manger,

Our humble Christ was born,

And God sent us salvation,

That blessed Christmas morn.

When I was a seeker,

I sought both night and day;

I sought the lord to help me,

And he showed me the way.

He made me a watchman

Upon the city wall,

And if I am a Christian,

I am the least of all.

God rest ye merry gentlemen,

Let nothing you dismay,

Remember Christ our Saviour

Was born on Christmas Day,

To save us all from Satan’s pow’r,

When we were gone astray.

In Bethlehem, in Jewry,

This blessed Babe was born,

And laid within a manger,

Upon this blessed morn.

To which his Mother Mary,

Did nothing take in scorn.

From God our heav’nly Father

A blessed angel came,

And unto certain shepherds,

Brought tidings of the same,

How that in Bethlehem was born

The Son of God by name.

"Fear not," then said the angel,

"Let nothing you affright,

This day is born a Saviour,

Of a pure virgin bright,

To free all those who trust in him

From Satan’s pow’r and might."

The shepherds at those tidings,

Rejoiced much in mind,

And left their flocks a-feeding,

In tempest, storm and wind,

And went to Bethlehem straightway,

This blessed babe to find.

But when to Bethlehem they came,

Whereat this infant lay,

They found him in a manger,

Where oxen feed on hay;

His mother Mary kneeling,

Unto the Lord did pray.

Now to the Lord sing praises,

All you within this place,

And with true love and brotherhood,

Each other now embrace;

This holy tide of Christmas

All other doth deface.

Good Christian men, rejoice,

With heart and soul and voice;

Give ye heed to what we say:

News! News!

Jesus Christ is born today:

Ox and ass before him bow,

And He is in the manger now.

Christ is born today! Christ is born today!

Good Christian men, rejoice,

With heart and soul and voice;

Now ye hear of endless bliss;

Joy! Joy!

Jesus Christ was born for this!

He has opened the heav'nly door,

And man is blessed evermore.

Christ was born for this! Christ was born for this!

Good Christian men, rejoice

With heart and soul and voice;

Now ye need not fear the grave;

Peace! Peace!

Jesus Christ was born to save!

Calls you one and calls you all,

To gain his everlasting hall.

Christ was born to save! Christ was born to save!

Good King Wenceslas looked out,

On the feast of Stephen,

When the snow lay round about,

Deep and crisp and even;

Brightly shone the moon that night,

Though the frost was cruel,

When a poor man came in sight,

Gath’ring winter fuel.

"Hither, page, and stand by me,

If thou know’st it, telling:

Yonder peasant, who is he?

Where and what his dwelling?"

"Sire, he lives a good league hence,

Underneath the mountain,

Right against the forest fence,

By Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine,

Bring me pine logs hither;

Thou and I will see him dine,

When we bear them thither."

Page and monarch, forth they went,

Forth they went together;

Through the rude winds wild lament,

And the bitter weather.

"Sire, the night is darker now,

And the wind blows stronger;

Fails my heart, I know now how,

I can go no longer."

"Mark my footsteps my good page;

Tread thou in them boldly;

Thou shalt find the winter's rage,

Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod,

Where the snow lay dinted;

Heat was in the very sod,

Which the Saint had printed.

Therefore, Christian men, be sure,

Wealth or rank possessing;

Ye, who now will bless the poor,

Shall yourselves find blessing.

We all tried to warn her,

But the tractor was so loud.

We got up to try and catch her --

Ah, but much too late, she'd done been plowed.

I've got to hand it to my Grandpa,

Never once did he lament.

He just went and got a lawyer,

And a seven million dollar settlement.

She'd been drinking too much eggnog,

And we begged her not to go,

But she forgot her medication,

So she staggered out the door and through the snow.

When we found her Christmas morning,

At the scene of the attack,

There were hoof-prints on her forehead,

And incriminating Claus-marks on her back.

Now, we're all so proud of Grandpa,

He's been taking this so well,

See him in there watching football,

Drinking beer and playing cards with Cousin Mel.

It's not Christmas without Grandma,

All the family's dressed in black,

And we just can't help but wonder,

Should we open up her gifts or send them back?

Now the goose is on the table,

And the pudding made of fig,

And the blue and silver candles

That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.

I warned all my friends and neighbors,

Better watch out for yourselves!

They should never give a license

To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

Sing it, Grandpa!

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,

Walking home from our house Christmas Eve,

You can say there's no such thing as Santa,

But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Hark! The herald angels sing,

"Glory to the newborn King!

Peace on earth and mercy mild;

God and sinners reconciled!"

Joyful, all ye nations, rise,

Join the triumph of the skies;

With the angelic host proclaim,

"Christ is born in Bethlehem!"

Christ, by highest heav’n adored;

Christ the everlasting Lord.

Late in time behold him come,

Off-spring of the virgin's womb.

Veiled in flesh the Godhead see,

Hail! th'Incarnate Deity.

Pleased as man with man to dwell;

Jesus our Emmanuel.

Hail! The heav'n-born Prince of Peace!

Hail! the Sun of Righteousness!

Light and life to all He brings,

Ris'n with healing in His wings;

Mild He lays His glory by,

Born that man no more may die,

Born to raise the sons of earth,

Born to give them second birth.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Let your heart be light,

From now on,

Our troubles will be out of sight.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Make the Yuletide gay,

from now on,

Our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days

happy golden days of yore,

Faithful friends who are dear to us,

Gather near to us once more.

Through the years we all will be together,

If the Fates allow,

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough,

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer are pulling on the rein.

Bells are ringing, children singing, all is merry and bright,

Hang your stockings and say your pray’rs,

‘Cause Santa Claus comes tonight.

He’s got a bag that is filled with toys for the boys and girls again.

Hear those sleigh-bells, jingle, jangle, what a beautiful sight.

Jump in bed, cover up your head,

‘Cause Santa Claus comes tonight.

He doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor for he loves you just the same.

Santa knows that we’re God’s children that makes everything right.

Fill your hearts with Christmas cheer,

‘Cause Santa Claus comes tonight.

He’ll come around when the chimes ring out, then it’s Christmas morn again.

Peace on Earth will come to all if we just follow the light.

Let’s give thanks to the Lord above,

‘Cause Santa Claus comes tonight

Here we come a-wassailing,

Among the leaves so green.

Here we come a-wandering,

So fair to be seen.

Our wassail cup is made,

Of the Rosemary tree.

And so is your beer,

Of the best barley.

We are not daily beggars,

That beg from door to door.

We are your neighbor's children,

Whom you have seen before.

Call up the butler of this house;

Put on his golden ring.

Let him bring us up a glass,

And better shall we sing.

Bring us out a table,

And spread it with a cloth;

Bring us out a moldy cheese,

And some of your Christmas loaf.

God bless the master of this house,

Likewise the mistress, too,

And all the little children,

That round the table go.

The holly and the ivy,

When they are both full grown,

Of all the trees that are in the wood,

The holly bears the crown.

The holly bears the blossom,

As white as the lily flower.

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,

To be our sweet Saviour.

The holly bears a berry,

As red as any blood,

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,

To do poor sinners good.

The holly bears a prickle,

As sharp as any thorn,

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,

On Christmas day in the morn.

The holly bears a bark,

As bitter as any gall,

And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,

For to redeem us all.

The holly and the ivy,

When they are both full grown,

Of all the trees that are in the wood,

The holly bears the crown.

Have a holly jolly Christmas,

It’s the best time of the year.

I don’t know if there’ll be snow,

But have a cup of cheer.

Have a holly jolly Christmas,

Ad when you walk down the street.

Say hello to friends you know

And everyone you meet.

Oh, ho, the mistletoe,

Hung where you can see.

Somebody waits for you,

Kiss her once for me.

Have a holly jolly Christmas,

And in case you didn’t hear,

Oh, by golly, have a holly jolly

Christmas this year.

If I had just one Christmas wish,

I would be at home with you,

Mom and Dad and the kids

Would be there too.

We would gather around the tree,

Lift a glass of Christmas cheer,

Tasting each precious moment

With our family near.

The kids safely tucked in bed,

The folks bid a-dieu,

We would sit by the fire,

Just me and you.

Then, my Christmas wish would be true,

Here at home, my whole life through,

I would have all my heart could ever wish,

Here with you.

Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays,

‘Cause no matter how far away you roam,

When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze,

For the holidays you can’t beat home, sweet home.

I met a man who lives in Tennessee,

And he was headin’ for Pennsylvania and some pumpkin pie.

From Pennsylvania Folds are travlin’ down to Dixies’s sunny shore;

From Atlantic to Pacific, gee, the traffic is terrific.

Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays,

‘Cause no matter how far away you roam,

If you want to be happy in a million ways,

For the holidays you can’t beat home, sweet home.

‘Twas in the moon of winter-time,

When all the birds had fled,

That mighty Gitchi-Manitou

Sent angel choirs instead;

Before their light the stars grew dim,

And wondering hunters heard the hymn:

Within a lodge of broken bark,

The tender babe was found,

A ragged robe of rabbit skin,

Enwrapped his beauty round;

But as the hunter braves drew nigh,

The angel song rang loud and high:

Oh children of the forest free,

Oh sons of Manitou,

The holy child of earth and heaven,

Is born today for you.

Come, kneel before the radiant boy,

Who brings you beauty, peace, and joy:

I heard the bells on Christmas Day,

Their old familiar carols play;

And wild and sweet the words repeat,

Of Peace On Earth, Good Will To Men,

I thought as now this day had come,

The belfries of all Christendom,

Had rung so long th’ unbroken song,

Of Peace on Earth, Good Will To Men.

And in despair, I bowed by head:

"There is no Peace on Earth," I said.

"For hate is strong and mocks the song,

Of Peace On Earth, Good Will To Men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:

"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep,

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,

With Peace On Earth, Good Will To Men."

Till ringing, singing on its way,

The world revolved from night to day,

A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,

Of Peace On Earth, Good Will To Men!

I’m dreaming tonight of a place I love,

Even more than I usually do.

And although I know it’s a long road back,

I promise you..

I’ll be home for Christmas,

You can count on me.

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents on the tree.

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the love light gleams.

I’ll be home for Christmas,

If only in my dreams.

I’ll be home for Christmas,

You can count on me.

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents on the tree.

Christmas Eve will find me

Where the love light gleams.

I’ll be home for Christmas,

If only in my dreams.

I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus,

Underneath the mistletoe last night;

She didn’t see me creep

down the stairs to have a peep,

She thought I was tucked up

In my bedroom, fast asleep.

Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus,

Underneath his beard so snowy white;

Oh, what a laugh it would have been,

If Daddy had only seen,

Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.

I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus

Underneath the mistletoe last night.

He didn't see me creep

Down the stairs to have a peep.

He thought that I was upstairs in my bedroom fast asleep.

Then I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus

Underneath his beard so snowy white.

There must be some mistake;

Was I really awake?

I rubbed my eyes and moved in close, a better look to take.

Then I saw Daddy hugging Santa Claus.

He took his hand and pulled him to the couch.

It must have been just fine;

Santa didn't mean to mind.

Then Daddy moved across the room to pour them both some wine.

Then I saw Daddy fondle Santa Claus,

And on his ear he nibbled now and then.

I crawled across the floor,

I hid behind the door,

I left it open just a crack so I could see some more.

Then I saw Daddy undress Santa Claus.

They quickly threw their clothes on our big chair.

Well, much to my surprise,

I couldn't believe my eyes!

It wasn't Santa after all, but Mommy in disguise,

When I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus

Underneath the mistletoe last night.

Oh what I laugh it would have been,

If I had REALLY seen,

Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night!!!

I saw three ships come sailing in,

On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;

I saw three ships come sailing in,

On Christmas Day in the morning.

And what was in those ships all three?

Our Saviour, Christ, and His Lady,

Pray, whither sailed those ships all three?

Oh, they sailed into Bethlehem,

And all the bells on earth shall ring,

And all the angels in heaven shall sing,

And all the souls on earth shall sing,

Then let us all rejoice and sing,

Images of Christmas

Drifting through my mind.

Like a coloured picture book,

The brightest you can find.

I can see you standing

Right beside the tree,

Wrapping up a present,

That’s filled with love for me.

A tousled head is peeking,

Keeping out of sight,

Wondering what surprises

Will arrive this silent night.

Images of Christmas,

Guess they’ll have to do.

‘Cause I’m far away,

So very far away,

This lonely Christmas Day,

When I should be with you.

When Christ was born of Mary free,

In Bethlehem in that fair city;

Angels sung e’er with mirth and glee:

Herdmen beheld these angels bright –

To them appeared with great light,

And said, "God’s Son is born this night."

This King is come to save His kind,

In the Scriptures as we find;

Therefore this song we have in mind;

Then, dear Lord, for Thy great grace,

Grant us the bliss to see Thy face,

Where we may sing to Thy solace;

It came upon the midnight clear,

That glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth,

To touch their harps of gold;

"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,

From heav'n's all gracious King."

The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come,

With peaceful wings unfurled,

And still their heavenly music floats,

O'er all the weary world;

Above its sad and lowly plains

They bend on hovering wing,

And ever o'er its Babel sounds,

The blessed angels sing.

Oh ye, beneath life's crushing load,

Whose forms are bending low,

Who toil along the climbing way

With painful steps and slow.

Look now for glad and golden hours

Come swiftly on the wing.

Oh rest beside the weary road,

And hear the angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife

The world has suffered long;

Beneath the heav’nly hymn have rolled

Two thousand years of wrong;

And warring humankind hears not

The tidings which they bring;

Oh hush the noise and cease your strife

And hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days are hastening on,

By prophets seen of old,

When with the ever circling years,

Shall come the time foretold,

When peace shall over all the Earth,

It’s ancient splendors fling,

And the whole world send back the song,

Which now the angels sing.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,

Everywhere you go;

Take a look in the five and ten,

Glistening once again

With candy canes and sliver lanes aglow.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,

Toys in every store,

But the prettiest sight to see,

Is the holly that will be

On you own front door.

A pair of hop along boots and pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barney and Ben;

Dolls that will talk

Ad will go for a walk

Is the hope of Janet and Jen;

And Mom and Dad can hardly wait

For school to start again.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,

Everywhere you go;

there’s a tree in the Grand Hotel,

Once in the park as well,

The sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,

Soon the bells will start’

But the things that will make them ring

Is the carol that you sing

Right within your heart!

Dashing through the snow

In a one-horse open sleigh,

O’er the fields we go,

Laughing all the way;

Bells on Bobtail’s ring,

Making spirits bright,

What fun it is to ride and sing

A sleighing song tonight!

A day or two ago,

I thought I'd take a ride,

And soon Miss Fanny Bright

Was seated by my side;

The horse was lean and lank;

Misfortune seemed his lot,;

We ran into a drifted bank,

And there we got upsot.

A day or two ago,

The story I must tell,

I went out on the snow

And on my back I fell;

A gent was riding by

In a one-horse open sleigh,

He laughed at me as I there sprawling lie,

But quickly drove away.

Now the ground is white,

Go it while you're young,

Take the girls tonight,

And sing this sleighing song;

Just bet a Bobtailed bay,

Two-forty as his speed,

Hitch him to an open sleigh

and crack! you'll take the lead.

Jingle-bell, jingle-bell, jingle-bell rock,

Jingle-bell swing and jingle-bells ring,

Snowin’ and blowin’ up bushels of fun,

Now the jingle-hop has begun.

Jingle-bells chime in jingle-bell time.

Dancin’ and prancin’ in Jingle-Bell Square,

In the frosty air.

What a bright time, it’s the right time,

To rock the night away.

Jingle-bell time is a swell time,

To go glidin’ in a one-horse sleigh.

Giddy-up, jingle horse, pick up your feet,

Jingle around the clock.

Mix and mingle in a jinglin’ beat,

That’s the jingle-bell rock.

That’s the jingle-bell,

That’s the jingle-bell rock.

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas,

Lean your ear this way–

Don’t you tell a single soul,

What I’m going to say.

Christmas Eve is coming soon,

Now, you dear old man,

Whisper what you’ll bring to me,

Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve,

When I’m fast asleep,

Down the chimney broad and black

With your pack you’ll creep.

All the stocking’s you will find,

Hanging in a row,

Mine will be the shortest one–

You’ll be sure to know.

Johnny wants a pair of skates,

Susy wants a sled,

Nellie wants a picture book–

Yellow, blue and red.

Now I think I’ll leave to you

What to give the rest.

Choose for me, dear Santa Claus,

You will know what’s best.

Joy to the world! The Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King;

Let ev’ry heart prepare Him room,

And Heav’n and nature sing,

And Heav’n and nature sing,

And Heav’n, and Heav’n and nature sing.

Joy to the world! the Saviour reigns!

Let men their songs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains,

Repeat the sounding joy,

Repeat the sounding joy,

Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,

Nor thorns infest the ground.

He comes to make his blessings flow,

For as the curse is found,

For as the curse is found,

For as, for as the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,

And makes the nations prove

The glory of His Righteousness,

And wonders of His love,

And wonders of His love

And wonders, and wonders of His love.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,

But the fire is so delightful,

And since we’ve no place to go,

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

It doesn’t show signs of stopping,

And I brought some corn for popping.

The lights are turned way down low.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight,

How I’ll hate going out in the storm!

Bur if you’ll really hold me tight,

All the way home, I’ll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying,

And my dear, we’re still good-byeing,

But as long as you love me so,

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Little donkey, little donkey on the dusty road,

Got to keep on plodding onwards with your precious load.

Been a long time, little donkey, through the winter’s night,

Don’t give up now, little donkey, Bethlehem’s in sight.

Little donkey, little donkey, journey’s end is near,

There are wise men waiting for a sign to bring them here.

Do no falter, little donkey, there’s a star ahead.

It will guide you, little donkey, to a cattle shed.

Come they told me, pa-rum pum pum pum,

A new born King to see, pa-rum pum pum pum,

Our finest gifts we bring, pa-rum pum pum pum,

To lay before the King, pa-rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honour him, pa-rum pum pum,

When we come.

Shall I play for you, pa-rum pum pum pum,

Little Baby, pa-rum pum pum pum,

I am a poor boy too, pa-rum pum pum pum,

I have no gift to bring, pa-rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

That’s fit to give our King, pa-rum pum pum pum,

On my drum.

Mary nodded, pa-rum pum pum pum,

The ox and lamb kept time, pa-rum pum pum pum,

I played my drum for Him, pa-rum pum pum pum,

I played my best for Him, pa-rum pum pum pum,

Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa-rum pum pum pum,

Me and my drum.

Love came down at Christmas,

Love all lovely, Love Divine;

Love was born at Christmas,

Star and angels gave the sign.

Worship we the Godhead,

Love Incarnate, Love Divine;

Worship we our Jesus;

But wherewith for sacred sign?

Love shall be our token,

Love be yours and love be mine,

Love to God and all men,

Love for plea and gift and sign.

It’s a marshmallow world in the winter,

When the snow comes on top of the ground.

It’s a time for play, it’s a wint’ry day,

I wait for it all year ‘round.

Though the marshmallow clouds bein’ friendly,

In the arms of the evergreen tree,

And the sun is red, like a pumpkin’s head,

Should be shining like your love for me.

The world is a snowball, see how it grows,

That’s how it goes, whenever it snows.

The world is a snowball just for a song,

Get out and roll it along.

Long time ago in Bethlehem,

So the Holy Bible say,

Mary’s boy child, Jesus Christ,

Was born on Christmas Day.

While shepherds watched their flocks by night,

Them see a bright new shining star,

Them hear a choir sing a song,

The music seemed to come from afar.

Now Joseph and his wife Mary,

Come to Bethlehem that night,

Them find no place to born sweet child,

Not a single room was in sight.

By and by they find a little nook,

In a stable all forlorn,

And in a Manger cold and dark,

Mary’s little Boy was born.

Long time ago in Bethlehem,

So the Holy Bible say,

Mary’s boy child, Jesus Christ,

Was born on Christmas Day.

I broke my bat on Johnny’s head;

Somebody snitched on me.

I hid a frog in sister’s bed;

Somebody snitched on me.

I spilled some ink on Mommy’s rug,

I made Tommy eat a bug,

Bought some gum with a penny slug;

Somebody snitched on me. Oh,

I put a tack on teacher’s chair;

Somebody snitched on me.

I tied a knot in Susie’s hair;

Somebody snitched on me.

I did a dance on Mommy’s plants,

Climbed a tree and tore my pants,

Filled the sugar bowl with ants;

Somebody snitched on me. So,

I won’t be seeing Santa Claus;

Somebody snitched on me.

He won’t come visit me because,

Somebody snitched on me.

Next year I’ll be going straight,

Next year I’ll be good, just wait,

I’d start now but it’s too late;

Somebody snitched on me. Oh,

Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree,

Oh tree of green, unchanging.

Your boughs, so green in summertime,

Do brave the snow of wintertime.

Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree,

A tree of green, unchanging.

Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree,

You set my heart a-singing,

Like little stars, your candles bright,

Send to the world a wondrous light.

Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree,

You set my heart a-singing.

Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree,

You come from God, eternal.

A symbol of the Lord of love,

Whom God to man sent from above.

Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree,

You come from God, eternal.

Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree,

You speak of God unchanging.

You tell us all to faithful be,

And trust in God eternally.

Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree,

You speak of God, unchanging.

Oh come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,

Oh come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem!

Come and behold him, born the King of Angels;

God from God, light from light eternal,

Lo! he abhors not the Virgin’s womb;

Only-begotten Son of the Father;

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exaltation,

Oh sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above.

Glory to God, in the highest;

See how the shepherds, summoned to his cradle,

leaving their flocks, draw night to gaze;

We too would thither bend our joyful footsteps;

Child, for us sinners poor and in the manger,

We would embrace thee, with love and awe;

Who would not love thee, loving us so dearly?

Yea, Lord, we great thee, born this happy morning,

Jesus, to thee be glory giv'n;

Word of the father, now in flesh appearing;

Oh come, oh come, Emmanuel,

And ransom captive Israel,

That mourns in lonely exile here,

Until the Son of God appears.

Oh come, though Wisdom from on high,

Who ord-rest all things mightily;

To us the past of Knowledge show,

And teach us in her ways to go.

Oh come, oh come, though Lord of Might,

Who to thy tribes on Sinai’s height,

In ancient times did give thy Law,

In cloud, and majesty, and awe.

Oh come, thou Rod of Jesse, free

Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;

From depths of hell Thy people save,

And give them victory o’er the grave.

Oh come, thou Key of David, come,

And open wide our heav’nly home;

Make safe the way that leads on high,

And close the path to misery.

Oh come, thou Dayspring, come and cheer

Our spirits by thine advent here,

Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,

And death’s dark shadows put to flight.

Oh come, Desire of Nations, bind

In one the hearts of all mankind;

Bid thou our sad divisions cease,

And be thyself our King of Peace.

Oh holy night! The stars are brightly shining,

It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth!

Long lay the world in sin and error pining,

Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming,

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.

So led by the light of a star sweetly gleaming,

Here come the wise men from Orient land.

The King of Kings, lay thus in lowly manger,

In all our trials born to be our friend!

Truly He taught us to love one another;

His law is love and His gospel is peace.

Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother

And in His name all oppression shall cease.

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,

Let all within us praise His holy name!

Oh little town of Bethlehem,

How still we see thee lie!

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep

The silent stars go by;

Yet in thy dark streets shineth

The everlasting light;

The hopes and fears of all the years

Are met in thee tonight.

For Christ is born of Mary;

And gathered all above,

While mortals sleep, the angels keep

Their watch of wond’ring love.

Oh morning stars, together

Proclaim the Holy Birth,

And praises sing to God the King,

And peace to men on earth!

How silently, how silently,

The wondrous gift is giv’n!

So God imparts to human hearts

The blessing of his heav’n.

No ear may hear His coming,

But in this world of sin,

Where meek souls will receive him still,

The dear Christ enters in.

Oh Holy Child of Bethlehem,

Descend to us, we pray;

Cast out our sin and enter in;

Be born in us today!

We hear the Christmas angels

The great glad tidings tell;

Oh come to us, abide with us,

Our Lord Emmanuel!

Willie, get your little drum,

Robin, bring your flute, and come.

Aren’t they fun to play upon?

Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan;

When you play your fife and drum,

How can anyone be glum?

When the men of olden days

Gave the King of Kings their praise,

They had pipes to play upon.

Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan;

And also the drums they’d play,

Full of joy, on Christmas Day.

God and man today become

Closely joined as flute and drum.

Let the joyous tune play on!

Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan;

As the instruments you play,

We will sing, this Christmas Day.

Rockin’ around the Christmas tree,

At the Christmas party hop;

Mistletoe hung where you can see –

Ev’ry couple tries to stop.

Rockin’ around the Christmas tree,

Let the Christmas spirit ring;

Later we’ll have some punkin pie

And we’ll do some caroling.

You will get a sentimental feeling

When you hear voices singing,

"Let’s be jolly –

Deck the halls with boughs of holly!"

Rockin’ around the Christmas tree

Have a happy holiday –

Ev’ryone dancing merrily,

In the new old-fashioned way!

Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer,

Had a very shiny nose,

And if you ever saw it,

You would even say it glowed!

All of the other reindeer,

Used to laugh and call him names.

They’d never let poor Rudolph

Join in any reindeer games.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,

Santa came to say:

"Rudolph, with your nose so bright,

Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?"

Then how the reindeer loved him,

As they shouted out with glee:

"Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer,

You’ll go down in history!"

Oh, you’d better watch out,

You’d better not cry,

Better not pout,

I’m telling you why:

Santa Claus is coming to town.

He’s making a list,

And checking it twice,

Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice,

Santa Claus is coming to town.

Oh, you’d better watch out,

You’d better not cry,

Better not pout,

I’m telling you why:

Santa Claus is coming to town.

With little toy flutes,

And little toy drums,

Rooty-toot-toots,

And rummy-tum-tums;

Santa Claus is coming to town.

Oh, you’d better watch out,

You’d better not cry,

Better not pout,

I’m telling you why:

Santa Claus is coming to town.

Silent night, holy night!

All is calm, all is bright,

‘Round yon Virgin Mother and Child.

Holy Infant, so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace!

Sleep in heavenly peace!

Silent night, holy night!

Shepherds quake at the sight.

Glories stream from heaven afar,

Heav'nly hosts sing "Hallelujah!"

Christ, the Saviour, is born!

Christ, the Saviour, is born!

Silent night, holy night!

Wondrous star, lend thy light!

With the angels let us sing

Hallelujah to our King!

Christ the Saviour is here,

Jesus the Saviour is here!

Silent night, holy night!

Son of God, love's pure light,

Radiant beams from Thy Holy face,

With the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth,

Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth!

Silent night, holy night!

Darkness flies, all is light!

Shepherds hear the angels sing,

Hallelujah! Hail the King!

Christ, the Saviour, is born!

Christ, the Saviour, is born!

Silent night, holy night!

Child of heav’n, Oh how bright

Thou didst smile when Thou wast born!

Blessed be that happy morn,

Full of heavenly joy,

Full of heavenly joy!

Christmas makes you feel emotional,

It may bring parties or thoughts devotional,

Whatever happens or what may be,

Here is what Christmas means to me.

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks,

Dressed in holiday style.

In the air there’s a feeling of Christmas.

Children laughing, people passing,

Meeting smile after smile,

And on every street corner you hear:

Stings of street lights, even stop lights,

Blink a bright red and green,

As the shoppers rush home with their treasures.

Hear the snow crunch,

See the kids bunch,

This is Santa’s big scene,

And above all the bustle you hear:

Early on one Christmas Day, a Joey Kangaroo,

Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo.

"Mummy, where’s my Mummy? They’ve taken her away!

"We’ll help you find your Mummy son, hop up on the sleigh!"

So up beside the bag of toys, little Joey hopped,

But they hadn’t gone far when Santa stopped,

Unharnessed all the Reindeer and Joey wondered why,

Then he heard a far off booming in the sky.

Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat,

Took his fur lined boots off to cool his feet,

Into one hopped Joey, feeling quite okay.

While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh.

Then Joey said to Santa, "Santa, what about the toys?

Aren’t you giving some to these girls and boys?

Well, they’ve all had their presents, Sonny.

We were here last night.

This trip’s an extra trip – Joey’s special flight!"

Soon the sleigh was passing right over Marble Bar,

"Slow down here," cried Santa, "It can’t be far.

Hop up on my lap here son, and have a look around."

"There she is! That’s Mummy! Bounding up and down!"

Well, that’s the bestest Christmas treat Joey ever had,

Curled up in Mother’s pouch feeling snug and glad.

The last they saw of Santa heading northwards from the sun,

The only year the boomers worked a double run.

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingling too,

Come in, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you,

Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling, "Yoo hoo."

Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

Our cheeks are nice and rosy, and comfy cozy are we,

We’re snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be.

Let’s take that road before us and sing a chorus or two,

Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

There’s a birthday party at the home of Farmer Gray,

It’ll be the perfect ending of a perfect day,

We’ll be singing the songs we love to sing without a single stop,

At the fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

There’s a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy,

When they pass around the coffee and the pumpkin-pie,

It’ll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives,

These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives!

The news to come out of the First World War,

The ruddy Red Baron was flyin’ once more.

The allied command ignored all of its men,

And called on Snoopy to do it again.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and forty below,

When Snoopy went out in search of his foe.

He spied the Red Baron and fiercely they fought,

With ice on his wings, Snoopy knew he was caught.

The Baron had Snoopy dead in his sights,

He reached for the trigger to pull it up tight.

Why he didn’t shoot, well, we’ll never know,

Or, was it the bells from the village below?

The Baron made Snoopy fly to the right,

And forced him to land behind the enemy lines.

Snoopy was certain that this was the end,

When the Baron cried out, "Merry Christmas, my friend!"

The Baron then offered a holiday toast,

And Snoopy, our hero, saluted his host.

And then with a roar they were both on their way,

Each sure they would meet on some other day.

Here comes Suzy Snowflake,

Dressed in a snow-white gown,

Tap, tap, tappin’ at your window pane,

To tell you she’s in town.

Here comes Suzy Snowflake,

Soon you will hear her say,

"Come out everyone and play with me,

I haven’t long to stay."

If you wanna make a snowman,

I’ll help you make one - one, two, three.

If you wanna take a sleigh ride,

Whee! The ride’s on me.

Here comes Suzy snowflake,

Look at her tumblin’ down,

Bring joy to every girl and boy;

Suzy’s come to town.

If you wanna make a snowman,

She’ll help you make one - one, two, three.

If you wanna take a sleigh ride,

Whee! The ride’s on me.

Here comes Suzy Snowflake,

Soon you will hear here say,

"Come out everyone and play with me,

I haven’t long to stay."

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!

On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

Merry Christmas to all.. and to all a good night.

Toyland! Toyland!

Little girl and boy land,

While you dwell within it,

You are ever happy then.

Childhood’s joyland,

Mystic, merry joyland,

Once you pass its borders,

You can never return again.

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Two turtle doves,

And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves,

And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Four calling birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves,

And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Five golden rings,

Four calling birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves,

And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Twelve drummers drumming,

Eleven pipers piping,

Ten lords-a-leaping,

Nine ladies dancing,

Eight maids a-milking,

Seven swans a-swimming,

Six geese a-laying,

Five golden rings,

Four calling birds,

Three French hens,

Two turtle doves,

And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

A beer.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

Two turtle-necks,

And a beer.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

Three French-toasts,

Two turtle-necks,

And a beer.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

Four pounds of back-bacon,

Three French-toasts,

Two turtle-necks,

And a beer.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

Five golden-toques,

Four strips of back-bacon

Tree French-toasts,

Two turtle-necks,

And a beer, in a tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

Eight comic books,

Seven packs of smokes,

Six packs of two-fours,

Five, golden toques,

Four pounds of back-bacon,

Three French toasts

Two turtle-necks,

And a beer, in a tree.

Good day and welcome to day 12.

On the first day of Christmas,

My true love gave to me,

A Japanese transistor radio.

On the second day of Christmas,

My true love gave to me,

Green polka dot pajamas,

And a Japanese transistor radio. (It's a Nakashima.)

On the third day of Christmas,

My true love gave to me,

A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,

Green polka dot pajamas,

And a Japanese transistor radio. (It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)

On the fourth day of Christmas,

My true love gave to me,

A simulated alligator wallet,

A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,

Green polka dot pajamas,

And a Japanese transistor radio. (And it comes in a Leatherette case with holes in it. So you could listen right through the case.)

On the fifth day of Christmas,

My true love gave to me,

A statue of a lady with a clock where her stomach ought to be,

A simulated alligator wallet,

A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,

Green polka dot pajamas,

And a Japanese transistor radio. (And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you could stick in your ear, and a thing on the other end that you can't stick anywhere because it's bent.)

On the sixth day of Christmas,

My true love gave to me,

A hammered aluminum nutcracker,

And all that other stuff,

And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,

Although it may seem strange;

On the twelfth day of Christmas,

I'm going to exchange:

An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television but not when you get it home,

A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,

A pair of teakwood shower clogs,

An indoor plastic birdbath,

A pink satin pillow that says ``San Diego'' with fringe all around it,

A hammered aluminum nutcracker,

A statue of a lady with a clock where her stomach ought to be,

A simulated alligator wallet,

A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,

Green polka dot pajamas,

And a Japanese transistor radio.

Up on the housetop, reindeer pause,

Out jumps good old Santa Claus.

Down through the chimney with lots of toys,

All for the little ones, Christmas joys.

First comes the stocking of little Nell;

Oh dear Santa, fill it well;

Give her a dolly that laughs and cries,

One that will open and shut her eyes.

Next comes the stocking of little Will,

Oh, just see what a glorious fill!

Here is a hammer and lots of tacks,

Also a ball and whip that cracks.

We three kings of Orient are;

Bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain,

Following yonder star.