The days are getting shorter
The nights are getting long
The air is getting chilly and
I'm thinking of a song
The sun is low, the stars are bright
The winter wind is brisk
And I know that by saying this
I'm taking somewhat of a risk
But...
I can't help it, I just like Christmas
The carols, the colors, the fuss
A stolen little knip under the mistletoe
I know it's not supposed to be for us
I can't help it, I just like Christmas
Making pretty window stencils with white dust
When sleigh bells ring, I like to listen
I know it's not supposed to be for us
It's not like I want to go and chop down a tree
Even if I did you'd say I can't
But I got you a few things and I wrapped them real nice
I put them underneath the ficus plant
I can't help it, I just like Christmas
The Rockettes kicking is a must
A chestnut, a roast, an open fire
I know it's not supposed to be for us
I'd love to sit around in a red velvet suit
Little helpers helping me with this and that
I'd stop shaving every year after Shemini Atzeret
You'd never give me hell for being fat
I can't help it, I just like Christmas
Eggnog and fruitcake, I could bust
The detail, the retail, the sweet sales that follow
I know it's not supposed to be
It's not like it's like blasphemy
So what if it's not supposed to be for us
I know it's not supposed to be for us