Days are short,
Nights are long,
The radios playing a holiday song,
Smiles are worn by everyone,
Christmas time is here.
Colored lights,
Candy canes,
Hear the bells ringing down every lane,
A cracklin fire calls out your name,
Christmas time is here.
How can it be that every year it comes?
It brings back the same old joy and love,
There is not another season that comes close,
To the one I love the most.
Holly hung,
With mistletoe,
Silver packages with bright red bows,
Ask the children, they all know,
Christmas time is here.
How can it be that every year it comes?
It brings back the same old joy and love,
There is not another season that comes close,
To the one I love the most.
Big red bag,
A giant sleigh,
Ole Kris Kringle plays reindeer games,
And soon he will be on his way,
For Christmas time is here