Oh, I don’t wait up for Santa,
half ecstatic, half in dread
on that Great Night, I sleep soundly
in my warm and snuggly bed.
Christmas morning, see the presents,
dolls and balls and brand-new sled,
then there’s turkey with the “fixin’s”
till each hungry mouth is fed.
With the family here together,
we all talk and play and sing.
Through the crisp, cold air of winter
we can hear the church bells ring.
Christmas time finds me excited,
happy as I used to be.
On the snowy side of eighty,
there’s still lots of kid in me.
half ecstatic, half in dread
on that Great Night, I sleep soundly
in my warm and snuggly bed.
Christmas morning, see the presents,
dolls and balls and brand-new sled,
then there’s turkey with the “fixin’s”
till each hungry mouth is fed.
With the family here together,
we all talk and play and sing.
Through the crisp, cold air of winter
we can hear the church bells ring.
Christmas time finds me excited,
happy as I used to be.
On the snowy side of eighty,
there’s still lots of kid in me.
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