Gather around the logs and start a fire
It's cold and crisp and wrapped in wire
The ending of another summers here
We'll sing us songs and drink the wine
We'll smell the burning boughs of pine
Think of loved ones as we gather near
It's almost here-ere-ere-ere
With family around and stories old
I bring the tree in from the cold
And count the days until the coming morn
And chocolate melting in our mugs
And children sitting on the rug
Tell the story of the baby born
On Christmas mor-or-or-or-orn
On Christmas mor-or-or-orn
All the stars are shining down this silent snowy night
Sleep is hard to find but for the time
The hills and all the valleys 'round are blanketed in white
Tomorrow we'll be up before the sun
It's Christma-a--a--a-a-a-as
It's Christma-a--a--a-a-a-as