Away in a manger, no crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the bright sky looked down where He lay The little Lord
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
Away in a manger, No crib for His bed, The little Lord Jesus Lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky Looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus
together If the Fates allow Hang a shining star above the highest bough. And have yourself a merry little Christmas now. Have yourself a merry little Christmas
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
! Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope a weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a
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
bells, It's Christmas time in the city. Ring-a-ling, hear them ring, Soon it will be Christmas day. Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmas time in
on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos. Everybody knows a turkey and
and mistletoe And presents under the tree. Christmas Eve will find me Where the love-light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas If only in my dreams Christmas
stay is a new bird He sings a love song, as we go along, walking in a winter wonderland. In the meadow we can build a snowman, And pretend that he is
of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white. I'm dreaming of a white
and mistletoe And presents under the tree Christmas Eve will find me Where the love light gleams I'll be home for Christmas If only in my dreams Christmas
on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks, dressed up like Eskimos Everybody knows a turkey and