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