written by Rusty Spell
Pretty baby, Thanksgiving's over. For you, baby, here's some Russell Stover. Pull out your stocking. I'll get the tree out of the storage for you and me. We're gonna do it up right.
I can't find them, the extension cords. We'll buy some new lights; these have lost some bulbs. Should we go with the angel or the star this year? This ornament's not running: it's missing a gear. Do you remember this one, from our first year together?
What do you want? I'm not good with surprises. When I wrap it, you'll have to hide your eyes. Look how they're piling underneath our tree. Most are for the children, maybe one for me. Of course I'll just play with their toys anyway.
Hey, my baby, let's listen to some records. Maybe Jim Reeves, maybe Elvis Presley. We haven't got the Chipmunks or The Beach Boys. Or should we watch how Grinch didn't steal those toys? We've got to do it up right. It's Christmas again.
Pretty baby, it's my favorite birthday. I hope you don't mind if I get all mushy. I only have to do it one time each year, and spending it with you only adds to the cheer. Oh, how I love you so.
Sing it with me. Sing it loud and lovely. You're my baby and I'm your hubby. Hold my hand under the mistletoe. I really wish the time would go more slow. We're gonna have a good time. It's Christmas again.
Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh, o'er the fields we go, laughing all the way. Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright. What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh...
Now the ground is white, so go it while you're young. Take a girl tonight and sing a sleighing song. Just get a bob-tail nag, to 44 its speed, then hitch it to an open sleigh, then crack and take the lead.
God Rest Ye Merry
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day to save us all from Satan's power when we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy!
From God our heavenly Father a blessed angel came, and unto certain shepherds brought tiding of the same, how that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy!
Now to the Lord sing praises, all you within this place, and with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace this holy tide of Christmas doth bring redeeming grace. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy!
written by Evans and Livingston
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style. In the air there's a feeling of Christmas. Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile. And on every street corner you hear...
Silver bells. Silver bells. It's Christmastime in the city. Ring a ling. Hear them ring. Soon it will be Christmas day.
Strings of streetlights, even stoplights, blink a bright red and green as the shoppers rush home with their treasures. Hear the snow bunch, see the kids bunch. This is Santa's big scene. And above all this hustle you hear...
Senor Santa Claus
written by Lawton Williams
Dear Senor Santa Claus, I think I tell you what. I would like for Christmas, and I hope you won't forgot. I only want a peso that I can have for mine to get my senorita something for Christmastime.
I don't believe you read the card last Christmas that I sent. You come to see the kids across the street and then you went.
Dear Senor Santa Claus, I think me understand. Sometimes the toys all gone before you reach the Rio Grande.
Dear Senor Santa Claus, I tell you what I think. I no got a stocking--I set out my piggy bank. So please bring me peso that I can have for mine to get my senorita something for Christmastime.
On Christmas Eve I watched for you, and I no sleep a wink. If I no get Lolita something, she feel sad I think.
So please, Senor Santa Claus, this Christmas be so grand if I get peso to buy ring for my Lolita's hand.
I don't know what I buy for her. I think I buy a rose so she can wear it in her hair most everywhere she goes.
Please, Senor Santa Claus, this Christmas be so grand if I get peso to buy ring for my Lolita's hand...
The Chipmunk Song
written by Ross Bagdasarian
Christmas Christmastime is here, time for toys and time for cheer. We've been good, but we can't last. Hurry Christmas, hurry fast. Want a train that loops the loop. Me, I want a hula hoop. We can hardly stand the wait. Please, Christmas, don't be late.
Christmas Christmastime is here, time for toys and time for cheer. We've been good, but we can't last. Hurry Christmas, hurry fast. Want a train that loops the loop. Me, I want a computer with an Intel Pentium II Processor inside. We can hardly stand the wait. Please, Christmas, don't be late.
written by Javits, Springer, and Springer
Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl, Santa Baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.
Santa baby, a '54 convertible, too, light blue. I'll wait up for you dear, Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.
Think of all the fun I've missed. Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed. Next year I could be just as good if you'll check off my Christmas list.
Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot. Been an angel all year, Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.
Santa honey, one little thing I really do need, the deed to a platinum mine, Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks. Sign your X on the line, Santa cutie, and hurry down my chimney tonight.
Come and trim my Xmas tree with some decorations bought at Tiffany. I really do believe in you. Let's see if you believe in me.
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring. I don't mean on the phone, Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.
The First Noel
The first noel, the angels did say, was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay, in fields where they lay keeping their sheep on a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, noel, noel, noel. Born is the King of Israel.
They looked up and saw a star shining in the east beyond them, far, and to the earth it gave great light, and so it continued both day and night.
written by Rusty Spell
I'm wrapping up presents the other day when my boy, Timmy, came in from play. He said, "What are you doing, dad?" I told him I'm wrapping your socks and toys. You've been such a good little sonny boy. And now you get all these things from me. He said, "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, shame on you. Don't you know that's what Santa Claus is paid to do? I'm supposed to get all my toys from him." I turned and looked Timmy in the eye. I said let's settle this, guy to guy. No, Timmy, there's no such thing as Santa Claus.
Jesus exists and angels exists and monsters exist and the Easter Bunny, too, but, Timmy, there's no such thing as Santa Claus. He won't come down your chimney this year, and he won't fill all the kids with cheer, 'cause, Timmy, there's no such thing as Santa Claus.
My little boy ran and he told my wife. She said, "Are you trying to ruin his life?" I said, "No, I'm not, but Santa ruined mine. I believed like Linus and the Great Pumpkin, and every year I'd wait and wait and wait for him, but, sure enough, the fat old man never came. I asked my parents why they lied to me. They shrugged and started taking down the tree, then I went and shot 'em both in the foot. Well, sure, it was only with a BB gun, but, man, you should have seen the way they run. And they put me in reform school the very next day.
Leprechauns exist and the Tooth Fairy exists, and I'm convinced that Big Foot lives in my home town, but, baby, there's no such thing as Santa Claus. He won't shake his stomach like a bowlful of jelly. He won't ride his sleigh, fill your stocking, make you merry, 'cause, baby, there's no such thing as Santa Claus."
My wife had a sad look in her eye. Her lip shook and then she began to cry. Said, "What do you mean, there's no such thing as Santa Claus?" I said, "Oh, hon, I can't believe it. Aren't you thirty-five? I guess we all find out sometime. I'm sorry: There's no such thing as Santa Claus."
Atlantis exists and unicorns exist, and even Mr. Stooky that my brother talked about, but I know there's no such thing as Santa Claus. That's not really him in the shopping mall. Ever notice those elves they have are really tall? It's because there's no such thing as Santa Claus.
No, Virginia, there isn't a Santa Claus.
written by Rusty Spell
Hey, hey, hey...
written by Mendelssohn
Hark! the herald angels sing. Glory to the newborn King. Peace on Earth and mercy mild. God and sinners reconciled. Joyful all ye nations rise. Join the triumph of the skies. With angelic harps proclaim, Christ is born in...
O Holy Night
Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and sorrow pining till he appeared and the soul felt it's worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees. Oh, hear the angel voices. Oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born.
Joy To The World
written by Watts and Mason
Rudolph vs The Man
written by Johnny Marks and Rusty Spell
I'm Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, and I have a very shiny ****in' nose. And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows. All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call me names. They never let me, Rudolph, join in any reindeer games.
Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say, "Rudolph, with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?" Then how the reindeer loved me as they shouted out with glee, "Rudolph, you red nosed reindeer, you'll go down in history."
You'll notice the story's ending is left to figure out by yourself. You assume I agreed to pull the sleigh because they couldn't get nobody else. But why would I do it for them, for the fat man and the reindeer? I told them all to just **** off, which caused in them a panic and a fear.
No one had any toys that year, and Santa had to say, "No one will get any gifts from me. That'll teach me to diss the minority." Now, I'm living large in Compton, cuttin' records most every year. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer hopes the hype was made real clear.
Holly Leaves and
written by West and Spreen
Somewhere in, in the distant night I hear Christmas bells. The gentle snow keeps falling down on people who, who are homeward.
That's the way it's always been. The circle never really ends. Christmas seems to come and go. Home's a place that I don't know.
Holly leaves and Christmas trees. It's that time of year. Lights aglow and mistletoe don't mean a thing when you're not here.
As I walk, walk this lonely street, the sound of snow beneath my feet, I think of how, how it used to be with holly leaves and Christmas trees.
Used to mean so much to me... Holly leaves and Christmas trees.
Angels We Have
Heard On High
written by Grueber
Xmas Blah Blah
adlibbed by Rusty Spell
And so it's Christmas, blah blah blah. I got no toys from Santa Claus. My baby broke my little heart, and now I think I'll fall apart. And so it's Christmas, blah blah blah. She'll never come onto my lawn and lie with me and look at stars or hang around at coffee bars.
There's no way now I can make you come back to me. I wish you'd stay. I wish you'd merry Christmas me. I know it's barely, I know that this is barely a Christmas song, but I can't do anything. I can't do anything but doing wrong.
Copyright (c) 1998 by Rusty Spell and Love and Letters Music