| C is for the chimney that Santa squeezes through at night
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| H is for the Ho Ho Homemade gifts so wrong they’re right
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| R is for Her Royal Highness delivering her speech
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| As we work our way through a box of Quality Street
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| I is for the icicles and the white snow-covered ground
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| S is for the slippers and Christmas jumpers all around
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| T is for the twinkling tinsel we wrap around the tree
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| As we sit through a thousand reruns of Love, Actually
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| C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S., it’s Christmas
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| Put on your silly paper hats and sing
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| C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S. |
| we’re together again
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| As the church bells are ringing a’ding dong ding dong ding
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| C is for the Carol singers a’Caroling down the lane
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| H is for the hyped up children demanding more candy canes
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| R is for the reindeer who pull the sleigh on Xmas Eve
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| There’s Vixen, Blitzen Dasher and Dancer and… Steve
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| I is for Irish Cream, and S for Sherry — let’s have one more
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| T is for the turkey trimmings, and M for Mistletoe
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| A is for an After Eight and then a long food coma nap
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| As your cat gets S for snuggling on your lap
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| C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S., it’s Christmas
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| Put on your silly paper crown and sing
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| C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S. |
| we’re together again
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| As the church bells are ringing a’ding dong ding dong ding
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| C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S., it’s Christmas
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| Put on your silly paper crown and sing
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| C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S. |
| we’re together again
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| And you’ll still be hoovering pine needles in the spring |