December. It always happens in December. I get to yearning for a Christmas I know With holly and snow The kind we used to have back home a long time ago...
December, brings back a scene that I remember The lighted Christmas trees and windows and night, So cheerful and bright, And all the world a wonderland all covered with white...
Children sound asleep on Christmas Eve, They're dreaming dreams of make-believe. You can bet tomorrow they'll be thrilled When they awake to find their stockings filled.
December. These are the things that I remember And so no matter what my fortune may be Or where I may roam In December, I'll be going home.
You'll find the children all asleep on Christmas Eve They're dreaming dreams of make-believe You can bet tomorrow they'll be thrilled When they awake to find their stockings filled
December. These are the things that I remember And so no matter what my fortune may be Or where I may roam In December, I'll be going home.