Santa Claus is coming,
Christmas is almost here,
The children are snug in their beds,
Dreaming of Christmas cheer.
The cookies are in the oven,
The pie is out to cool,
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
We're ready for the Christmas yule.

The tree is trimmed in silver,
There's carolers at the door,
Singing their songs of Christmas,
And St. Nicholas lore,
The snow is falling lightly,
There's magic in the air,
With the feeling of warmth and happiness,
The joy of Christmas is everywhere.

The old place hasn't changed much,
The carousel still rings today,
I remember how it use to be,
On those old sweet Summer days.

The picnics in the meadow,
That we use to share,
The blue ribbon for your quilt,
At the country fair.

The ponies in the park,
On which we use to ride,
The music grinder and his monkey,
And how you use to cry.

The trips across the lake,
In that old canoe,
I'd bring my ukulele,
And I'd sing a song for you.

We may be getting older,
But the memories we hold dear,
Of all those old sweet Summer days,
We enjoyed and shared right here.

If I had had the choice to love or not to love you,
I would have chosen not to love you.
You had the choice to love or not to love me,
And you chose not to love me.
If I had had the choice and I chose not to love you,
It would be because I could not survive loving you,
When you do not love me.
But I did not have this choice,
My heart has made this choice for me,
And my mind cannot change the way my heart feels for you.

The sands of time are slipping away,
The years we knew are now yesterday.
Do you remember when we were young,
We were just children playing in the sun.
Life was so simple, we were so free,
But soon life changed for you and me.
We grew up and passed through our teens,
We're now middle aged looking back at what we've seen.
We've been through two wars, the depression as well,
The death of our child which put us through hell.
We've seen a lot through our many years,
We've shared our lives through happiness and tears.
If we had the chance to do it all over again,
We'd still be here thinking of then.

You ask me what I want for Christmas, this I'll tell you true,
For on this day I'd like to see, the whole world in a truce.
A truce that would last from year to year,
And bring peace throughout the land,
Neighbors helping neighbors, each lending a helping hand.

You ask me what I want for Christmas, this I'll tell you too,
I'd like to see the forest green and skies of sparkling blue.
I'd like to see the ocean waves rushing to the shore,
Clean and pure and free of trash,
I'd like to see the ocean floor.

You ask me what I want for Christmas, this I'll tell you now,
I'd like to have a baby brother, we can wrap him in my towel.
Do you think I ask to much, this I asked my mother,
When she said I think you did,
I told her to forget the baby brother.

Santa came to our house, down the chim-a-ney,
Leaving presents all around, he didn't forget me.
I am just a poor boy, other children laugh at me,
Saying Santa won't go to your house,
Because you haven't a Christmas Tree.
Mom and Dad say that's not true, wait and you will see,
No matter if your rich or poor, Santa he can see.
Children from the mountains and children by the sea,
At Christmas time there all the same, just like you and me.
Santa came to our house, down the chim-a-ney,
Leaving presents all around he didn't forget me.
I may be a poor boy, but I'm as rich as I can be,
Because Santa came to our house, he didn't forget me.

Santa came on Christmas Eve,
Leaving presents for us to see.
Sister Mary got a Barbie Doll,
Brother Billy got a basketball.
I searched the room for me to see,
But there were no presents addressed to me.
I have not been as good as I can be,
That's probably why beneath the tree,
There were no presents, gifts or cards,
And there was no bike out in the yard.
I searched and searched as far as I could see,
There were no presents there for me.
I guess it's true for what they say,
If you've been bad, then this is the way.
There is a lesson learned by me,
If you want presents beneath the tree.
If you've been bad, then you must pay,
You'll get no presents on Christmas Day.
I'll be as good as I can be,
Then next year on Christmas Eve,
They'll be a bike or maybe a sweater,
I know next year will be better.
I'll look around beneath the tree,
There will be presents there for me.