Lovers on Christmas Eve (From "I Love My Wife")

I'm a softy, I guess, sentimental, oh yes

But I honestly do believe

There's no kick to compare with the thrill that you share

Being lovers on Christmas Eve

Jingle bells leave me cold, for St. Nick I'm too old

But I nonetheless can't conceive

Of a trip so intense, it can stack up against

Being lovers on Christmas Eve

Easter's sweet, so is Lent, when it's spent in your arms

And Labor Day and Arbor Day, they both have their charms

But they pale, I'm afraid, and are put in the shade

By the natural high we achieve

Just by being together and lovers on Christmas Eve

And as the music continues, Monica says, "Wally, dance with me."

He says, "I'm not sure I can, what kind of dancing is that?"

And she says, "It's a foxtrot."

"Is that what foxes do, the clever little things? I don't know how."

She says, "It's easy, just take me in your arms."

"You mean we're gonna dance touching?" he says

She says, "Just listen to the music and move!"

He says, "Oh my God, I'm doing it, I'm trotting!

Hey foxy, Merry Christmas."

Flag Day's fine, May Day's keen, Halloween is a joy

And heaven knows that Hanukkah is happy, oh boy

But they pale, I'm afraid, and are put in the shade

By the natural high we achieve

Just by being together and married and lovers on Christmas Eve