blackened bones of trees In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum When dreary Christmas
peace of mind This is a song for the faithful May god hear it sung Theres a song, for the doubtful Theres a song, for the lone Theres a song, for the
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like eskimos Everybody
buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas
Gloria in Excelsis Deo Gloria in Excelsis Deo Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song
No reputation, no stately bearing No palace bed for royalty But a star in the Heavens, a sign full of wonder Announcing the coming of the King of kings
Come, Thou long expected Jesus Born to set Thy people free From our fears and sins release us Let us find our rest in Thee Israel's strength and consolation
What hope we hold this starlit night A King is born in Bethlehem Our journey long, we seek the light That leads to the hallowed manger ground What fear
You are the first, You go before You are the last, Lord, You're the encore Your name's in lights for all to see The starry host declare Your glory Glory
Oh Jesus, son of God, so full of grace and truth The Father's saving word, so wonderful are You The angels longed to see and prophets searched to find
room And Heaven and nature sing And Heaven and nature sing And Heaven, and Heaven and nature sing Joy to the world, the Savior reigns That all their songs
O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of angels O come, let us adore Him O
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night of the dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and
Good news of great joy For every woman, every man This will be a sign to you A baby born in Bethlehem Come and worship Do not be afraid A company of
Could've come like a mighty storm With all the strength of a hurricane You could've come like a forest fire With the power of Heaven in Your flame But
Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful, all ye nations rise Join the triumph
m offering this simple song To kids from one to ninety-two Although it's been said many times, many ways "Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
All the lights are coming on now How I wish that it would snow now I don't fell like going home now I wish that I could stay All the trees are on display