An-old Fashioned Christmas

I heard the bells on christmas day their old familiar carols play, and wild and
Sweet the words repeat of peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how, as the day had come, the belfries of all christendom had rolled
Along th'un broken song of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair i bowed my head; "there is no peace on earth," i said, "for hate
Is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep; "god is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, with peace on earth, good will to men."

Till, ringing singing on it's way, the world revolved from night to day. a
Voice, a chime, a chant sublime, of peace on earth, good will to men.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudel
Doorbells and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses and blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on your nose and eye lashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When i'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then i don't feel so bad

It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old

From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold

Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, from heaven's all gracious king

The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing



Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurl

And still their heavenly music floats, o'er all the weary world.

Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing

And ever o'er its babel sounds the blessed angels sing



O ye, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low

Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow

Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing

O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing



For lo the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old

When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold

When the new heaven and earth shall own the prince of peace their king

And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing

Maybe it's much too early in the game

Aah, but i thought i'd ask you just the same

What are you doing new year's

New year's eve?



Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight

When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night

Welcoming in the new year

New year's eve



Maybe i'm crazy to suppose

I'd ever be the one you chose

Out of a thousand invitations

You received



Aah, but in case i stand one little chance

Here comes the jackpot question in advance:

What are you doing new year's

New year's eve?