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Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyous strains
Gloria in excelsis deo
Gloria in excelsis deo
Shepherd why this jubilee,
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heavenly song
Come to bethlehem and see
Christ whos birth the angels sing
Come adore on bended knee
Christ the lord the new-born king
Gloria in excelsis deo (lots of times)
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Deck the halls with bought of holly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Tis the season to be jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Troll the ancient youletide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la
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on the first day of chrismas my true love gave to me
a partridge in a pear tree
on the second day of chrismas my true love gave to me
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
on the third day of chrismas my true love gave to me
three french hens, two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree
on the fourth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
four calling birds, three french hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
on the fifth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
five golden rings
four calling birds, three french hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
what's a partridge, and what's a pear tree?
well I don't know so please don't ask me
but I can bet those are terrible gifts to give
on the sixth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
six geese a laying, five golden rings,
four calling birds, three french hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
on the seventh day of chrismas my true love gave to me
seven swans a swimming,
six geese a laying, five golden rings,
four calling birds, three french hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
on the eighth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming,
six geese a laying, five golden rings,
four calling birds, three french hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
on the nineth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
nine ladies dancing,
eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming,
six geese a laying, ou-ee-ou-ah,
four calling birds, three french hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
what's a partridge, and what's a pear tree?
well I don't know so please don't ask me
but I can bet those are terrible gifts to give
on the tenth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
ten lords a leaping, nine ladies dancing,
eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming,
six geese a laying, dof-men-gose-reens,
four (clap-clap-clap), three french (pop!),
two (clap-clap) doves and a partridge in a pear tree
on the eleventh day of chrismas my true love gave to me
eleven pipers piping,
ten lords a leaping, nine ladies dancing,
eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming,
six geese a laying, five golden rings,
four calling birds, three french hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
on the twelfth day of chrismas my true love gave to me
twelve drummers drumming eleven pipers piping,
ten lords a leaping, nine ladies dancing,
eight maids a milking, seven swans a swimming,
six geese a laying, five golden rings,
four calling birds, three french hens,
two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree
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Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin Mother and Child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake, at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heav'nly hosts they sing Allelluia
Christ the savior is born
Christ the savior is born.
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay,
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay
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"And with this Christmas wish is missed
The point I could convey
If only I could find the words to say to let You know how much You’ve touched my life
Because here is where You’re finding me, in the exact same place as New Year’s eve
And from a lack of my persistency
We’re less than half as close as I want to be
And the first time
That You opened Your eyes did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever
And so this Christmas I’ll compare the things I felt in prior years
To what this midnight made so clear
That You have come to meet me here
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
In the hope that what You did
That you were born so I might live
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
And I, I celebrate the day
That You were born to die
So I could one day pray for You to save my life"
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So we'll drive as fast as we can go
Through the black night, black ice and all snow
Till we see some street signs that we know
We're coming home
Good tidings we bring
To you and your kin
Good tidings for Christmas and a happy new year
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year
And so when the words we sing are gone
I pray God's blessing continues on
We laugh and compliment this
Merry Christmas
Good tidings we bring
To you and your kin
Good tidings for Christmas and a happy new year
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas
We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy new year
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'Twas the night before Christmas,
And up at the North Pole,
Everybody's going crazy;
Everything's out of control.
The toy shop is on fire,
The toys melting on the shelves,
And you can hear Mrs. Claus scream,
"One can never trust those elves!"
Chorus: Unless something drastic happens fast,
Say hello to the ghost of Christmas past.
Because, Rudoph's puking boughs of holly
Old Saint Nick ain’t all that jolly.
And the sleigh’s in the shop.
‘Cause it’s broken down,
But Christmas won’t stop
‘Cause Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Very much to his disliking,
Santa spends all night hitch-hiking.
With a sign that reads, "Ho ho slow down,"
Santa Claus is thumbing to town.
Every car just drove right past him,
And sped right out of sight.
Santa never got to ask them
To drive around the world in just one night.
So Kris Kringle started walkin’
Through the snow without his sleigh,
Shed a tear for every stocking
That would be empty Christmas day.
Chorus: Unless something drastic happens fast,
Say hello to the ghost of Christmas past.
Because, mistletoe and boughs of holly!
Old Saint Nick ain’t all that jolly.
And the sleigh’s in the shop
‘Cause it’s broken down,
But Christmas won’t stop
‘Cause Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Santa Claus is thumbing to town (uh-oh!)
Very much to his disliking,
Santa spends all night hitch-hiking.
With a sign that reads, "Ho ho slow down,"
Santa Claus is thumbing to town,
Santa Claus is thumbing to town.
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah [3x]
For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah [2x]
For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth [3x]
Hallelujah
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I hope it snows this week
A snowflake on your cheek
Would make this Christmas so beautiful
But that would just bring the pain
Cause things can't stay the same
These holidays won't be wonderful
I look under the tree
But there's nothing to see
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I can't figure you out
Is this what Christmas is all about
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I don't wanna talk
I'm sick of all this talking
A broken heart wrapped up in a box
There's teardrops in my stocking
I look under the tree
But there's nothing to see
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I can't figure you out
Is this what Christmas is all about
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I hate Christmas parties
You offer me some punch
But I just shrug
I hate Christmas parties
You and the cookie tray
Both hear me say "Bah humbug"
I look under the tree
But there's nothing to see
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I can't figure you out
Is this what Christmas is all about
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
I look under the tree
But there's nothing to see
Cause it's a broken heart that you're giving me
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
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