When it’s snowing
And every light’s glowing
And leaves are nowhere to be seen;
When it’s snowing
The cold is growing
And the snow on the hillsides gleam;
We all know it’s coming
The axe is thumping
Cutting down the old pine tree;
We are waiting in anguish
Waiting to vanquish
The need for those presents hidden under the tree;
It’s Christmas time
It’s sleigh-ride time
It’s time for Christmas deals;
It’s present time
It’s Santa time
It’s time for snowmobiles;
The hills are bare
The trees are still there
The moon is bright as day;
The wind is stirring
The fire is burning
The bells ring on the sleigh;
We gather ‘round the fire as we grab a present or two
And laugh and shout as we look inside
And find some tennis shoes;
It’s Christmas time for everyone
It’s Christmas time for me
It’s Christmas time for all who come around our Christmas tree;
If the wind wasn’t blowing
And the moon wasn’t glowing
And the hills all bore no snow;
And there were no laughs
And there were no crafts
And the air did not bear forgiveness;
Then who would care
If I was not there
To celebrate my Christmas.
