The deers round the moon must be santa's coming soon
Clangle of his bells, ribbons wrapped up tinsel smell
The trees are all shining through the neighbors pine lining
And everything, every wish will come true
We'll wake up come christmas morning
Before the dog he's still a snoring
And sit around in silence joy and stained glass delight
There will be no fighting til the toys have been unwinded
And everything, every wish will come true
The snow keeps the night under a fire lit shine
Everyone's inside spoiling their appetite
Look here comes grandma with her famous sheet cake
And everything, every wish will come true
We go to bed dreaming under the sand mans quick thinking
Cozied up inside jack frost' coat of ice
Leave the lights on, the power bills last song
And everything, every wish will come true