Got around the lobs and start a fire
It's cold and crisp and wrapped in white
Ending other now the Summers here
Sing the songs and drink the wine
Smell the burning thousand pines
Think of loved ones as we gather near
It's almost here
Family around and stories old
I bring the tree in from the cold
Count the day until the coming morn
Chocolate mountain in our mugs
Children sitting on the rug
Tell the story of the baby born
On Christmas morn
On Christmas morn
All the stars are shinning down the signs of unite
Sleep as hard to find but for the time
Hills around and valleys around are blanketed in white
Tomorrow will be up before the sun
It's Christmas
It's Christmas