Oh, when I hear holiday songs
I love to see my childhood delights again
The shining pine, the silvery snow
Christmas, my beautiful pure dream
Oh, when, when I hear play in the sky
The hour when Santa is coming down
I see your bright eyes again, Mommy
And I think of other pure holidays
Oh, when, when I hear play in the sky
The hour when Santa is coming down
I see your bright eyes again, Mommy
And I think of other pure holidays