A Reindeer sledge flies overhead Witch children in their beds Anticipating, a year of waiting For Santa's annual chimney break-in Focused eyes look deep through the snow Check outside for elves and a red shiny nose Rudolph flies, warp speed, way up high, in the sky Close your eyes and hope that your name Is not on the naughty list once again Santa's on his way, on his sleigh Love actually is on TV, an outstanding rom-comedy Somewhat dated, but appreciated Hugh Grant's underrated Cold mince pies bestowed at your doorstep outside for Santa, Blitzen and co. Frozen by the time deer-powered sleigh has arrived No mince pies? Well expect your name is on Ol' St Nick's blacklist, what a shame... You got coal again, coal again! A Turkey breast, A feast consumed A decorated fir-tree brightens the room A celebration, a festive ritual With jingle bells, lights and tinsel Snow's outside, you've eaten your whole weight in pies, Yule-logs and cheap Prosecco Gran just died, or asleep on the couch by half-five No surprise your belt is strained as you plied yourself with a twelfth candy cane It's Christmas Day, it's Christmas Day! I feel it in my fingers I feel it in my toes Christmas is all around me And so the feeling growsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
