I love the smell of Christmas,
along with all the lights.
Log fires in the fire place,
on those cold winter nights.
The smell of Christmas goodies,
that are baked with tender care.
The smell is just the greatest,
there's nothing to compare.
The evergreen's so fragrant,
the smell of Christmas season.
Like the hanging of mistletoe,
thats done for a good reason.
The red berries of the holly,
in that arrangement on the table.
Which I'm sure is much better ,
then Christmas in that stable.
Poinsettia's all around,
to balance off the garland.
Music boxes everyplace,
bought by my sweet darlin'.
Cinnamon and Peppermint,
fills the air thats in our house.
And what is stirring in the night,
is not the Christmas mouse.
Those pies that make me drool,
just sitting there on that shelf.
Is as if they were made special,
for that jolly old Christmas elf.