“I hate being out on the roads like this.” Jo’s fiance, Mary, grunted a halfhearted reply. He struggled to keep his focus and attention on the slick road as the heavy snowfall made visibility steadily worse and the streets more and more dangerous. She, in turn, seemed to ignore the roads as she drifted ever…
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, See my two front teeth
Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth
Then I could wish you, “Merry Christmas”
I’m gonna lasso Santa Claus
And I know just why because
I’m gonna pull, pull, pull, on his beard
Pull, pull, to see if it’s real
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
O Holy Night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!
Oh, little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie.
Until the soldiers come with swords to make your mothers cry.
Blood in thy dark streets floweth on this horrible night.
The hopes and dreams of all it seems were crushed in thee tonight.
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
Our Jesus Christ is born
In the meadow, we can build a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He’ll say, “Are you married?”, we’ll say, “No, man
But you can do the job when you’re in town”
Later on, we’ll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we’ve made
Walkin’ in a winter wonderland
I’ll have a blue Christmas without you
I’ll be so blue just thinking about you
And when those blue snowflakes start falling
That’s when those blue memories start calling
Oh come, all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
Oh come ye, Oh come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold Him
Born the King of Angels
THE RIVER WALK 