| I wouldn’t trade Christmas, no no, never would I,
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| Wouldn’t trade Christmas, I love you the best,
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| I wouldn’t trade Christmas, no no, never would I,
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| Wouldn’t trade Christmas, I love you the best.
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| It’s time for the hollys of fun, and the folly or all of that jolly jazz,
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| The people are glowing, the sand is now howing, each window is showing it has
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| All the latest in choicing, the daddy invoicing and all that razzle that does,
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| But I wouldn’t trade Christmas, wouldn’t trade Christmas for New Year’s Day,
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| Thanksgiving, Holloween and the rest. |
| Christmas we love you the best.
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| I wouldn’t trade, no, no. |
| never would I, wouldn’t trade Christmas,
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| I love you the best.
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| The traffic gets poky, the turkey gets smoky, and all of that holy stuff,
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| The people are shopping for things they’ll be swapping like filigree boxes of snuff,
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| Though you pour the hot toddy, to force everybody, though half of the toddy’s
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| enough,
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| I wouldn’t trade Christmas, wouldn’t trade Christmas for Father’s Day or Mother’s,
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| Valentine, and the rest, Christmas we love you the best.
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| The jingle fell jingle you feel the old tingle, you buy the first single scene.
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| The idea is clever but subways will never quite handle that huge evergreen.
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| And the old office party, with Stanley and Molly keep drinking until they turn
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| green.
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| But I wouldn’t trade Christmas, wouldn’t trade Christmas for Labor Day,
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| or Easter, Washington and the
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| rest, Christmas we love you the best. |