| Inside the embers glow.
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| Outside the drifting snow.
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| Downstairs the world and it’s cares.
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| Upstaris a child and it’s pray’rs.
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| Make my mommy’s life a song,
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| Keep my Daddy safe and strong,
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| Let me have them all year long,
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| That’s what I want for Christmas.
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| Let my dolls be made of rags,
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| Fireman hats of paper bags
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| Just write love on the Christmas tags,
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| That’s what I want for Christmas.
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| When I wake up Christmas day,
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| I would like to find a sleigh,
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| But if I don’t, dear Santa Claus,
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| I will not complain, because
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| What I really want is this,
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| Sister’s smile, and brother’s kiss,
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| Fill our land with peace and bliss,
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| From Maine down to the Isthmus,
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| That’s what I want for Christmas!
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| I don’t want electric trains,
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| Twenty dollar aeroplanes,
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| Free our friends of aches and panes,
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| That’s what I want for Christmas.
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| I like boots with tops of blue,
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| Like my little sisters do So if you leave them, leave a few,
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| That’s what I want for Christmas.
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| When the reindeer pass my house,
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| I’ll be quiet as a mouse,
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| But when I wake up, let me see,
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| Marching 'round the Christmas tree,
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| Animals that never bite,
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| Never giving any fright,
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| Soldier boys who never fight,
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| That’s what I want for Christmas,
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| Yes, That’s what I want for Christmas! |