I’m dreaming of a white christmas,just like the ones I used to knowWhere the treetops glisten and children listento hear sleigh bells in the snow I’m dreaming of a white christmas,just like the ones I used to knowWhere the treetops glisten and children listento hear sleigh bells in the snow I’m dreaming of a white christmas,with every christmas card I writeMay your days be merry and bright,and may all your christmases be white I’m dreaming of a white christmas,just like the ones I used to knowMay your days be merry and bright,and may all your christmases be white I’m dreaming of a white christmas,with every christmas card I writeMay your days be merry and bright,and may all your christmases be white May your days be merry and bright,and may all your christmases be white And may all your christmases be white (All your christmases be white)And may all your christmases be white (All your christmases be white)And may all your christmases be(All your christmases be white)(All your christmases be white)

I’ll have a blue christmas without youI’ll be so blue thinking about youDecorations of red on a green christmas treeWon’t be the same, dear, if you’re not here with meAnd when those blue snowflakes start fallingThat’s when those blue memories start callingYou’ll be doing all rightWith your christmas so whiteBut I’ll have a blue, blue christmas And when those blue snowflakes start fallingThat’s when those blue memories start callingYou’ll be doing all rightWith your christmas so whiteBut I’ll have a blue, blue christmas

Chestnuts roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your noseYule-tide carols being sung by a choirAnd folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoeHelp to make the season brightTiny tots with their eyes all aglowWill find it hard to sleep tonight They know that Santa’s on his wayHe’s loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleighAnd every mother’s child is gonna spyTo see if reindeer really know how to fly And so I’m offering this simple phraseTo kids from one to ninety-twoAlthough it’s been said many times, many waysMerry Christmas to you And so I’m offering this simple phraseTo kids from one to ninety-twoAlthough it’s been said many times, many waysMerry Christmas to you

Wow, mommy’s kissing Santa ClausI saw Mommy kissing Santa ClausUnderneath the mistletoe last nightShe didn’t see me creepDown the stairs to have a peepShe thought that I was tucked upIn my bedroom, fast asleep Then I saw mommy tickle Santa ClausUnderneath his beard so snowy whiteOh, what a laugh it would have beenIf Daddy had only seenMommy kissing Santa Claus last night He saw mommy kissing, kissin’, kissin’ Santa ClausI did, I really did see mommy kissing Santa ClausAnd I’m gonna tell my dad Then I saw mommy tickle Santa ClausUnderneath his beard so snowy whiteOh, what a laugh it would have beenIf daddy had only seenMommy kissing Santa Claus last night Oh, what a laugh it would have beenIf Daddy had only seenMommy kissing Santa Claus last night I did, I did, I really did see mommy kissing Santa ClausYou gotta believe me, you just gotta believe meCome on, fellas, believe me, you just gotta believe me

Is that you, Santa Claus?Gifts I’m preparing for some Christmas sharingBut I pause becauseHanging my stocking I can hear a knockingIs that you, Santa Claus?Sure is dark out, ain’t the slightest spark out‘Pon my clackin’ jawWho’s there, who is it stopping for a visit?Is that you, Santa Claus?Are you bringing a present for meSomething pleasantly pleasant for me?Then it’s just what I’ve been waiting forWould you mind slipping it under the door?Cold winds are howling, or could that be growling?My legs feel like strawsMy-my, oh me-my, kindly will you reply?Is that you, Santa Claus? Yes, hanging the stocking, I can hear a knockingIs that you, Santa Claus? I say, who’s there, who is it, are you stopping for a visit?Is that you, Santa Claus?Oh there, Santa, you gave me a scareNow stop teasing ’cause I know you’re thereWe don’t believe in no goblins todayBut I can’t explain why I’m shaking that wayBet I can see ole Santa in the keyholeI’ll get to the causeOne peek and I’ll try there, oh oh, there’s an eye thereIs that you, Santa Claus?Please, please, pity my kneesSay that’s you, Santa Claus, that’s him all right

Who’s debonair with the tall silk hat?Muffler of wool and a tummy that’s fat?King for a day, and he loves the roadWith a broomstick cane and a heart of gold That’s Frosty the SnowmanHe’s a jolly happy soulWith a corncob pipe and a button noseAnd two eyes made out of coal Frosty the SnowmanIs a fairy tale they sayHe was made of snowBut the children knowHow he came to life one day There must have been some magic inThat old silk hat they foundFor when they placed it on his headHe began to dance around Frosty the SnowmanWas alive as he could beAnd the children sayHe could laugh and playJust the same as you and me Frosty the SnowmanKnew the sun was hot that daySo he said let’s runAnd we’ll have some funNow before I melt away So down to the villageWith a broomstick in his handRunning here and there all around the squareSaying catch me if you can He led them down the streets of townRight to the traffic copAnd he only paused a moment whenHe heard him holler stop For Frosty the SnowmanHad to hurry on his wayBut he waved goodbyeSaying don’t you cryI’ll be back again some day Thumpety thump thumpThumpety thump thumpLook at Frosty goThumpety thump thumpThumpety thump thumpOver the hills of snow

Now, out of the nightNew as the dawnInto the lightThis ChildInnocent ChildSoft as a fawnThis Child is born One small heartOne pair of eyesOne work of artHere in my armsHere he liesTrusting and warmBlessed this mornA Child is born

What Child is thisWho laid to restOn Mary’s lap is sleeping?Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,While shepherds watch are keeping? So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,Come Peasant, King to own HimThe King of Kings salvation brings,Let loving hearts enthrone Him. This, this is Christ the King,Whom shepherds guard and Angels singHaste, haste, to bring Him laud,The Babe, the Son of Mary. Oh, raise, raise a song on high,His mother sings her lullaby.Joy, oh joy for Christ is born,The Babe, the Son of Mary. This, this is Christ the King,Whom shepherds guard and Angels singHaste, haste, to bring Him laud,The Babe,The Son,Of Mary. What ChildIs thisWho laidTo restOn Mary’s lapOn Mary’s lapHe is sleeping This, this is Christ the King,Whom shepherds guard and Angels singHaste, haste, to bring Him laud,The Babe,The Son,Of Mary The Babe, the Son of Mary The Son of Mary