Underneath the Christmas tree The presents and the mystery I wonder if i'll be just fine Its just me under mistletoe But trust me i'm content alone My mind is unconventional I'll be just fine
And I'll lose all my thoughts When the snow falls down in dots Weather like a feather I guess i like this a lot And even though i can barely breathe From this cold that's chasing me Sick on the Xsmas Eve
So I'll sing o-o-o-o-h o-o-o-o-h (I'll stay happy) o-o-o-o-o-oh