Oh, holy night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear Savior's birth And long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared
One little Christmas tree was standing alone Waiting for someone to come by One little Christmas tree that never had grown Cried as he looked up to the
Bells will be ringing the sad, sad news Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues My baby's gone, I have no friends To wish me greetings once again Choirs
It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river I could skate
Out of all the reindeer You know you?re the mastermind Well run run Rudolph Santa ain?t too far behind Said Santa to the boy "Child, What have you been
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
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear the sleigh bells in the snow
Santa comes once a year, we all know he don't use the chimney, got a key to my door ... oh Oh, look what Santa did (... he's messin' with me) They call
I was eight years old one Christmas Eve I heard a great big bang in our chimney I snuck down the stairs and peaked around the door Our living room was
ooh yeah mmmhmmm Rosie: I was walking home on Christmas eve The whole neighborhood was fast asleep The snow was falling, coming down hard The place
Sometime anywhere and from any phone Mistakes were made but there from now on Hi boys and girls This is your old friend Sonic Youth And you know what
Father Christmas, He's got a big bag So full of presents, Now that's a big bag Father Christmas, He's got a reindeer With a red nose He's got a big,
Hey Santa Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa Hey Santa, hey Santa, hey Santa When are you going to Atlanta? Can I hitch
I've gotta get a message off to Santa today It's gettin' close to Christmas I've got something to say I've got a list of presents, I ain't askin' for
Written by: ray benson Performed by: billy gilman and rosie o'donnell I've gotta get a message off to santa today It's gettin' close to christmas I'
I'm young, mula, Weezy, baby And baby you can never take off And butt naked, is me And so, is she And we are about to face off, so I drop the top on the
Never heard a snowman talking Never seen a reindeer fly Nor seen a wooden soldier walking Nor met Santa eye to eye Now there are those who don't believe
And the man who would be santa slips into the room And the hour of daylight's yet to come but he hopes they don't wake too soon All the presents wrapped