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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
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
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Just hear those sleigh bells jingling,
Ring ting tingling too
Come on, 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.
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Let's go, Let's look at the show,
We're riding in a wonderland of snow.
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
It's grand, Just holding your hand,
We're gliding along with a song
Of a wintry fairyland.
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 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 chocolate 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
Just hear those sleigh bells jingling,
Ring ting tingling too
Come on, 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.
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Let's go, Let's look at the show,
We're riding in a wonderland of snow.
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
It's grand, Just holding your hand,
We're gliding along with a song
Of a wintry fairyland
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.
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Made it through the year and I did not even collapse
Gotta say, "Thank God" for that
I'm torn between what keeps me whole and what tears me in half
I'll fall apart or stay intact
Tired eyes or stumble back to bed?
I need to realize my sorry life's not hanging by a thread
At least not yet
So look at me now
It's finally Christmas and I'm home
Head indoors to get out of this weather
And I don't know how but the closest friends I've ever known are all inside
Singing together
Singing, "Merry Christmas, here's to many more!"
Always hurt to be all by myself this time of year
A cold and lonely Christmas Eve
And living out my days alone, well, that had been my deepest fear
But you promised you won't leave
I look towards the east and see a star
Jesus Christ has blessed my life to know just who you are
You are my hope
So look at me now...
It's finally Christmas and I'm home
Head indoors to get out of this weather
And I don't know how but the closest friends I've ever known are all inside
Singing together
Singing, "Merry Christmas, here's to many more!"
Deck the halls with mistletoe
Let all your heavy burdens go up the chimney in a cloud of smoke
The fire's burning bright
Strike up the bands and play the tune
Cuz Christmas we'll be hearing soon
Hear our song in every room its Merry Christmas night
Singing, "Merry Christmas, here's to many more!"
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Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyous strains
Gloria in excelsis deo
Gloria in excelsis deo
Shepherd why this jubilee,
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heavenly song
Come to bethlehem and see
Christ whos birth the angels sing
Come adore on bended knee
Christ the lord the new-born king
Gloria in excelsis deo (lots of times)
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Deck the halls with bought 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 youletide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la
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on the first day of chrismas my true love gave to me
a partridge in a pear tree
on the second day of chrismas my true love gave to me
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
on the third day of chrismas my true love gave to me
three french hens, two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree
on the fourth day of chrismas 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 chrismas 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
what's a partridge, and what's a pear tree?
well I don't know so please don't ask me
but I can bet those are terrible gifts to give
on the sixth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
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 seventh day of chrismas my true love gave to me
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 eighth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
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 nineth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
nine ladies dancing,
eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming,
six geese a laying, ou-ee-ou-ah,
four calling birds, three french hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
what's a partridge, and what's a pear tree?
well I don't know so please don't ask me
but I can bet those are terrible gifts to give
on the tenth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
ten lords a leaping, nine ladies dancing,
eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming,
six geese a laying, dof-men-gose-reens,
four (clap-clap-clap), three french (pop!),
two (clap-clap) doves and a partridge in a pear tree
on the eleventh day of chrismas my true love gave to me
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 twelfth day of chrismas 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
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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 they sing Allelluia
Christ the savior is born
Christ the savior is born.
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
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"And with this Christmas wish is missed
The point I could convey
If only I could find the words to say to let You know how much You’ve touched my life
Because here is where You’re finding me, in the exact same place as New Year’s eve
And from a lack of my persistency
We’re less than half as close as I want to be
And the first time
That You opened Your eyes did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever
And so this Christmas I’ll compare the things I felt in prior years
To what this midnight made so clear
That You have come to meet me here
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
In the hope that what You did
That you were born so I might live
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
And I, I celebrate the day
That You were born to die
So I could one day pray for You to save my life"
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It's always nice to look out the window
And see those very first few flakes of snow
And later on we can go outside
And create the impression of an angel that just fell from the sky
When February rolls around I'll roll my eyes
Turn a cold shoulder to these even colder skies
And by the fire my heart it heaves a sigh
For the green grass waiting on the other side
It's always winter but never Christmas
It seems this curse just can't be lifted
Yet in the midst of all this ice and snow
Our hearts stay warm cause they are filled with hope
It'd be so nice to look out the window
And see the leaves on the trees begin to show
The birds would congregate and sing
A song of birth a song of newer things
The wind would calm and the sun would shine
I'd go outside and I'd squint my eyes
But for now I will simply just withdraw
Sit here and wish for this world to thaw
And everything it changed overnight
This dying world you brought it back to life
And deep inside I felt things
Shifting everything was melting
Away oh away
And you gave us the most beautiful of days
Cause when it's always winter but never Christmas
Sometimes it feels like you're not with us
But deep inside our hearts we know
That you are here and we will not lose hope
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1, 2, 3, 4!
I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas,
'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad
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'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas
Mommy and Daddy are mad
I'm getting nuttin' for Christmas
'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad
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
So, I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas
Mommy and Daddy are mad
I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas
'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad
So you better be good whatever you do
'Cause if you're bad, I'm warning you,
You'll get nuttin' for Christmas, nuts!
I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas
Mommy and Daddy are mad
I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas
'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad
'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad!
"Well I'm getting nuttin' for Christmas because I contributed to the green-house effect which melts the Polar Ice Caps which melts the North Pole where Santa Clause lives. He's mad."
Pbbthh!
Stop.
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So we'll drive as fast as we can go
Through the black night, black ice and all snow
Till we see some street signs that we know
We're coming home
Good tidings we bring
To you and your kin
Good tidings for Christmas and a happy new year
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year
And so when the words we sing are gone
I pray God's blessing continues on
We laugh and compliment this
Merry Christmas
Good tidings we bring
To you and your kin
Good tidings for Christmas and a happy new year
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year
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'Twas the night before Christmas,
And up at the North Pole,
Everybody's going crazy;
Everything's out of control.
The toy shop is on fire,
The toys melting on the shelves,
And you can hear Mrs. Claus scream,
"One can never trust those elves!"
Chorus: Unless something drastic happens fast,
Say hello to the ghost of Christmas past.
Because, Rudoph's puking boughs of holly
Old Saint Nick ain’t all that jolly.
And the sleigh’s in the shop.
‘Cause it’s broken down,
But Christmas won’t stop
‘Cause Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Very much to his disliking,
Santa spends all night hitch-hiking.
With a sign that reads, "Ho ho slow down,"
Santa Claus is thumbing to town.
Every car just drove right past him,
And sped right out of sight.
Santa never got to ask them
To drive around the world in just one night.
So Kris Kringle started walkin’
Through the snow without his sleigh,
Shed a tear for every stocking
That would be empty Christmas day.
Chorus: Unless something drastic happens fast,
Say hello to the ghost of Christmas past.
Because, mistletoe and boughs of holly!
Old Saint Nick ain’t all that jolly.
And the sleigh’s in the shop
‘Cause it’s broken down,
But Christmas won’t stop
‘Cause Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Very much to his disliking,
Santa spends all night hitch-hiking.
With a sign that reads, "Ho ho slow down,"
Santa Claus is thumbing to town,
Santa Claus is thumbing to town.
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah [3x]
For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah [2x]
For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth [3x]
Hallelujah
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I hope it snows this week
A snowflake on your cheek
Would make this Christmas so beautiful
But that would just bring the pain
Cause things can't stay the same
These holidays won't be wonderful
I look under the tree
But there's nothing to see
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I can't figure you out
Is this what Christmas is all about
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I don't wanna talk
I'm sick of all this talking
A broken heart wrapped up in a box
There's teardrops in my stocking
I look under the tree
But there's nothing to see
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I can't figure you out
Is this what Christmas is all about
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I hate Christmas parties
You offer me some punch
But I just shrug
I hate Christmas parties
You and the cookie tray
Both hear me say "Bah humbug"
I look under the tree
But there's nothing to see
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I can't figure you out
Is this what Christmas is all about
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I look under the tree
But there's nothing to see
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
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Take it all down
Christmas is over
Do not despair
But rather be glad
We had a good year
Now lets have another
Remembering all the good times that we had
Oh no more lights glistening
No more carols to sing
But Christmas it makes way for spring
The hearts of men
Are bitter and weathered
As cold as the snow
That falls from above
But just for one day
We all came together
We showed the whole world that we know how to love
Oh no more lights glistening
No more carols to sing
But Christmas it makes way for spring
Oh no more lights glistening
No more carols to sing
But Christmas it makes way for spring
Oh remember that Christmas
It makes way for spring
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
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"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain."
"Bring me food, 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 wind's wild lament and the bitter weather.
"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blow stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not 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.
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