Its getting to be that time of year
When the snow piles up outside my window
The smell of evergreen is in the air
And Frosty, the snowmans on the radio
Climb up to the attic, the colored lights
Rolled up in old newspaper
The plastic baby Jesus, the three wise men
And the gold frankincense and murrh
I know that Im gonna have trouble
Sleeping Christmas Eve
And I think I will
When Im a hundred and three
As long as theres Christmas
Theyll always be a little bit of little girl in me
What a child, inside of us, thatll always be there
As long as theres Christmas, as long as theres Christmas, ooh
Walking in a winter wonderland
While thoughts of hope run through my head
All the family will soon be there
And Rudolfs nose will be shining red
All the cardboard boxes filled to the brim
With our old decorations
Silent Night sings afar with all of us
And all the congregation
Theres a stocking with my name on it
Over the fireplace
And I hope that old St. Nick
He wont be late
As long as theres Christmas
Theyll always be a little bit of little girl in me
What a child, inside of us, will always be there
As long as theres Christmas
Ill stay young, forever young at heart
As long as theres Christmas
Theyll always be a little bit of little girl in me
What a child, inside of us, will always be there
As long as theres Christmas, as long as theres Christmas
As long as theres Christmas, ooh