Icicle stalactite, What gives you the right, To chide my chill bones, I’d rather, Be alone, This Christmas With all that we’ve been through If I can’t be with you I’d rather Be alone This Christmas When early dusk's dull brim, Feels like going out on a limb, To play "marco-polo" with my voice tone, I’d rather, Be alone, This Christmas With all that we’ve been through If I can’t be with you I’d rather Be alone This Christmas

This time of year (with) Christmas near (I) I smile more (I) I smile more I smile more This time of year Just knowing you (will) Do what you do (I) I smile more (I) I smile more I smile more This time of year

Hey, Mary Hey, Joe What did you get me - I wanna know You’re gonna love it but I’m not gonna say You’re gonna make me wait til Christmas day Merry Christmas, Joseph The best one I’ll know Merry Christmas, Mary Merry Christmas, Joe.. Hey, Joseph Hey, Mar’ I’ll give you a hint if you still care Yeah for sure Well it’ll change our lives Some tools for my shop maybe - or a set of knives? No, no, silly, it’s not like that. It’s in my belly makin’ me look fat Lift your shirt, Mar’ I bet it’s great Oh you can’t see it, Joe, you’ll have to wait. Is that okay? Yeah, that’ll hafta do. I love you, Mary I love you too Merry Christmas, Joseph The best one I’ll know Merry Christmas, Mary Merry Christmas, Joe (twice) Hey, Mary Yeah, Joe? Your lovely belly is starting to grow I’ll have our baby just in time. Christmas morning, he’s yours and he's mine

Pretty cool that you followed me back, girl I’m alone so I’m cool with that, girl I retweet every thing that you say, girl Even when you don’t say anything, girl But I’m afraid that I’m gonna do what I hafta do I’m unfollowing you after Christmas I’m unfollowing you I’m unfollowing you after Christmas It’s what I have to do You fill my feed with a boatload of crap, girl You’re not the only one doing that, girl Doin’ drama you constantly curse, girl No, I know that you’re not the worst, girl But I’m afraid that I’m gonna do what I hafta do I’m unfollowing you after Christmas I’m unfollowing you I’m unfollowing you after Christmas It’s what I have to do

They’re my December girls They knew we wouldn’t last We held on til New Years Day But not a moment past I don’t wanna be alone This time Of year I don’t need you getting close But I need You near They’re my December girls They knew we wouldn’t last We held on til New Years Day But not a moment past It’s an ever-growing list It’s bound To be You know you needed this As much As me They’re my December girls They knew we wouldn’t last We held on til New Years Day But not a moment past They’re my December girls They knew we wouldn’t last We held on til New Years Day But not a moment past

[Lyrics by Alfred Tennyson] Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly, and speak low, For the Old Year lies a-dying. Old Year, you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old Year, you shall not die... He lieth still: he doth not move: He will not see the dawn of day. He hath no other life above. He gave me a friend, and a true, true love, And the New Year will take 'em away. Old Year, you must not go; So long as you have been with us, Such joy as you have seen with us, Old Year, you shall not go... He frothed his bumpers to the brim; A jollier year we shall not see. But though his eyes are waxing dim, And though his foes speak ill of him, He was a friend to me. Old year, you shall not die; We did (so) laugh and cry with you. I've half a mind to die with you, Old Year, if you must die... He was full of joke and jest, But all his merry quips are o'er. To see him die, across the waste His son and heir doth ride post haste, But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own, The night is starry and cold And the New Year blithe and bold, Comes up to take his own... ( verse omitted... ] ( How hard he breathes! over the snow ) ( I heard just now the crowing cock. ) ( The shadows flicker to and fro: ) ( The cricket chirps: the light burns low: ) ( 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. ) ( Shake hands, before you die. ) ( Old year, we'll dearly rue for you: ) ( What is it we can do for you? ) ( Speak out before you die. ) His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack, our friend is gone! Close up his eyes: tie up his chin: Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, And a new face at the door, A new face at the door... -- Alfred Tennyson

On my way to your place On Christmas Eve Six o’clock and I’m running late Do I have everything I need? Shit, I forgot the presents And a dish to pass No place’ll still be open Guess I’ll be the Christmas ass Nothing like a last minute Christmas I’m not the only one Nothing like a last minute Christmas Still feelin’ pretty dumb Still feelin’ pretty dumb I’m not the only one See the 7-11 The lot full of cars Buy a stack of lottery tickets And a bunch of holiday gift cards Grab a dozen donuts Eh, make it two They even sell wine here Who knew? Nothing like a last minute Christmas What did I do last night? Nothing like a last minute Christmas Who cares I’ve done alright Na-na-na-na-na

You and i We should hide All night Underneath The Christmas tree On Christmas Eve Oh I wonder what we’ll see If anything We should hide Underneath The Christmas tree

[Lyrics by Marjorie L. C. Pickthall] My counterpane is soft as silk, My blankets white, white as creamy milk. The hay was soft to Him, I know, Our little Lord of long, long ago. Above the roofs the pigeons fly In silver wheels across the sky. The stable-doves they cooed to them, Mary and Christ in Bethlehem. Bright shines the sun across the drifts, And bright upon my Christmas gifts. They brought Him incense, myrrh, and gold, Our little Lord who lived of old. Oh, soft and clear our mother sings Of Christmas joys and Christmas things. God's holy angels sang to them, Mary and Christ in Bethlehem. Our hearts they hold all Christmas dear, And earth seems sweet and heaven seems near, Oh, heaven was in His sight, I know, That little Child of long, long ago. Oh, soft and clear our mother sings Of Christmas joys and Christmas things. God's holy angels sang to them, Mary and Christ in Bethlehem. -- Marjorie L. C. Pickthall

I try not, to be meh, but forgive me if I am I wake up, and get dressed, and go out if I can There’s not much I really wanna do Christmas just ain’t Christmas without you I sit up, I sit down, I lie down again Eventually, I’ll get up, and get started then

My baby wants to see me And she wants to see some snow That’s why I sent her a ticket A ticket to Buffalo I’ll pick her up at the airport And I’ll show her around town Once she’s seen all there is to see Then we can just hang around My baby wants to see me… I’m not sure how long she’ll stay But she can stay as long as she likes As long as I’m here and snow’s on the ground Then everything’s all right My baby wants to see me… (solo) My baby wants to see me…