(Lyrics by Harry Connick, Jr.) I think I saw ol' Santa through my window Christmas eve My eyes were really droopy but I really do believe It must've
A Boy is Born in Bethlehem! Allelujah! Allelujah! And joy is in Jerusalem, Allelujah! Allelujah! And there He lay in manger poor, Allelujah! Allelujah
(John Denver, J. Henry, 1975) The season is upon us now A time for gifts and giving And as the year draws to its close I think about my living The Christmas
all around the world it isn't a silent night Outside I hear the voices sing the sweetest sounds of caroling But somehow there's a sadness in the song
shining so your nose won't freeze. The world is your snowball, see how it grows, That's how it goes, whenever it snows, The world is your snowball just for a song
The shepherds had an angel, The wise men had a star; But what have I, a little child, To guide me home from far, Where glad stars sing together, And singing
(Clement C. Moore) Down the chimney St.Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in furs from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished
I don't want a lot for Christmas There's just one thing I need I don't care about presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More
A great and mighty wonder Our Christmas festal brings: On earth a lowly infant, Behold the King of kings! The Word is made incarnate, Descending from
Every body stops And stares at me These two teeth are Gone as you can see I don't know just who To blame for this catastrophe! But my one wish on Christmas
All my heart this night rejoices, As I hear, far and near, sweetest angel voices; "Christ is born," their choirs are singing, Till the air, everywhere
1. Alla fredda tua capanna noi veniamo a giubilar e con gli angeli la nanna pien d'ardore a te cantiam: Notte di stelle, notte d'amore tu sei piu
Hark all ye shepherds, come join in our song. Hark all ye shepherds, for Jesus is born. Lo he is lying, born in a manger, Jesus, annointed to be our Savior
Glo-ori-a In excelsis de-o Shepherds, why this Jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song
How I miss that Old Fashioned Christmas! Carols being sung by the tree, Window's candlelight shining bright for the whole world to see Children's eyes
Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Christ by name, And earth, sky and air straight are filled with his fame. Then shepherds, be joyful; salute your new King, Let hills and vales ring to the song
Angels from the realms of glory Wing your flight over all the earth Ye, who sang creations story Now proclaim Messiah's birth Come and worship, come and
