On the first of December you told me your love for me faded
So this holiday season I'm feeling a little bit jaded
There'll be no skating rink in Dilworth Park
No kisses in the snowy dark
While somewhere a band plays Hark the Herald Angels Sing
I'm holding onto this one thing
You won't find it under your tree
It's the shirt that I got you for Christmas
Cuz it looks pretty good on me
Fa la la la la la la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la
Well it's navy blue and red and it's made of the finest of flannel
Got me looking like I just stepped out of the dang Hallmark channel
Ain't it lucky how I'm just your size
I feel like it's my little prize
With warm soft sleeves to dry my eyes
When I see you around
I'm holding onto this one thing
You won't find it under your tree
It's the shirt that I got you for Christmas
Cuz it looks pretty good on me
Fa la la la la la la la la la la la la la, fa la la la la la la
Guess it's more like a dirge than a carol
That I sing while the fireplace burns
And I'm donning my new gay apparel
Cuz it's final sale no returns
Cuz it's final sale no returns
Ooooo