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My daddy was a cheese maker, the best in the game
Mama fell for him the first time she tasted his blue vein
At Christmas we got presents, but the best one of them all
He'd bring home a sampler box with cheese from wall to wall
We got brie, we got cheddar
Big chunks of limburger and maybe some feta
I guess the lesson he'd always teach us
Was Christmas is all about cheeses
Every year on Christmas Eve he'd take us to mass
The priest talked about cheeses, I guess he'd tasted dad's
We sang songs about it, prayed about it down on our knees
So when they served the wine and wafers
I really thought they'd give us cheese
Maybe Swiss or maybe some Gouda
A little bit of tasty or mozzarella
I thought the lesson they'd try to teach us
Was Christmas is all about cheeses
When we'd get home from church, Grandma would tuck us into bed
And tell us stories about the baby Jesus, the ones wrapped in red
Mom and Dad be in the bedroom all night, keep us awake
'Cause he'd pull out the blue vein just for old time's sake
We got brie, yeah, we got cheddar
Big chunks of limburger and maybe some feta
It's in the Bible, ask all the preachers
Christmas is all about cheeses
Christmas is all about cheeses
(It's all about cheeses)