Well little Tommy Conway Has been shoveling the walkway But the snow keeps coming all the same And though it's only frosting He finds the work exhausting And would rather play a snow ball throwing game
While down on main street Mayor Brewster takes a seat In Billy Higgin's barber He's looking for a little trim But Higgin's isn't listening And soon he finds his short of hair up there
It is just like any ordinary town Where the sun goes up and the sun goes down Except the sun is one big pumpkin pie instead And everybody is made of gingerbread.
Over by the skating pond Something weird is going on The cookie trees have started disappearing No one's there to see them go There's just a whole in the snow With crumbs left in the forest clearing
Late at night when the cold winds blow Down from the mistletoe mountain Hugging tight by the fireplace glow, their gingerbread blessings they're counting
It is just like any ordinary town Where the sun goes up and the sun goes down Except the sun is one big pumpkin pie instead And everybody is made of gingerbread.