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The Manger.
Lyrics: Matthew West; Jeffrey Thomas Pardo; Anne Catherine Wilson.
Vocals: Anne Wilson, Josh Turner
They’re puttin’ decorations up in front of my old church,
The shepherds and the wise men and the hay.
There’s Joseph and his Mary lookin’ down at Heaven’s birth,
And the angel’s sayin’, “Don’t you be afraid”.
It makes me stop and think about how You showed up down here,
In a humble bed made of nails and wood.
You could have picked a palace, somethin’ more fit for a King,
But then the story wouldn’t be as good.
From the highest of the high,
To the lowest of the low,
That stable tells a story of the distance You will go.
For the lonely and the lost,
There’s no sinner too far gone to find a Savior,
Lyin’ in the manger.
There’s a star up in the sky that’s callin’ all the least of these,
Come make Your way to where Your hope is found.
If I’m honest, some days I feel too far out of reach,
But the manger reminds me love reached down.
From the highest of the high,
To the lowest of the low,
That stable tells a story of the distance You will go,
For the lonely and the lost.
There’s no sinner too far gone to find a Savior,
Lyin’ in the manger.
You were carried by a manger and just thirty-three years later,
By a rugged cross made from nails and wood,
And the tears fill up my eyes, You didn’t have to give Your life,
But then the story wouldn’t be as good.
From the highest of the high,
To the lowest of the low,
That stable tells a story of the distance You will go,
For the lonely and the lost.
There’s no sinner too far gone to find a Savior,
Lyin’ in the manger.
Away in a manger, no crib for a 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.
END
The Greatest Gift Of All.
Lyrics: American songwriter, composer, session pianist and recording artist John Barlow Jarvis
Vocals: British country and folk musician and singer-songwriter Charlie Landsborough
The Greatest Gift Of All.
Dawn is slowly breaking,
Our friends have all gone home,
You and I are waiting,
For Santa Clause to come.
There’s a present by the tree,
And stockings on the wall,
Knowing you’re in love with me,
Is the greatest gift of all.
The fire is slowly fading,
A chill is in the air,
All the gifts are waiting,
For our children everywhere.
Through the window I can see,
Snow begin to fall.
Knowing you’re in love with me,
Is the greatest gift of all.
Just before I go to sleep,
I hear the church bells ring.
Merry Christmas everyone,
Is the song they sings.
So I say a silent prayer,
For creatures great and small.
Peace on earth, good will to men,
Is the greatest gift of all.
Peace on earth, good will to men,
Is the greatest gift of all.
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.
Vocals: Dolly Parton.
Lyrics: British songwriter Thomas Patrick Connor (1904 – 1993).
“You’re not gonna believe what I saw, ha“.
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus,
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn’t hear me creep,
Down the stairs to have a peep.
She thought that I was tucked up,
In my bedroom, fast asleep.
Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus,
Underneath his beard so snowy white.
What a laugh it would have been,
If Daddy had only seen,
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
“I saw it with my own two eyes.
Not only were they kissing,
They were drinking milk and eating cookies together.
Now I know how to keep a secret,
‘Cause I want to stay on Santa’s good side.
You don’t just tell everything you know- Nu-uh.“
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus,
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn’t hear me creep,
Down the stairs to have a peep.
She thought that I was tucked up,
In my bedroom, fast asleep,
But I wasn’t.
I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus,
Underneath his beard so snowy white.
Oh, what a laugh it would have been,
If Daddy had only seen,
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
Oh, what a laugh it would have been,
If Daddy had only seen,
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.
“Don’t you go telling it either
It’s our secret, ha, ha.“
END
The now rarely played Christmas carol, ‘Little Donkey‘; was written by the late British songwriter Eric Boswell (1921 – 2009) back in 1959. It describes the journey made by a heavily pregnant Mary and her husband Joseph, to Bethlehem, the former seated on a donkey; recorded here by the Danish–Dutch popular folk singing duo of the late 1950s and early 1960s, “Nina & Frederik”, [Frederik van Pallandt and his then wife at the time, Nina van Pallandt (nee Moller)].
Their recording of ‘Little Donkey’ reached No. 3 in the Christmas charts in 1960.
Little Donkey.
Little donkey, little donkey,
On the dusty road,
Gotta keep on plodding onward,
With your precious load.
Been a long time little donkey,
Through the winters night.
Don’t give up now little donkey,
Bethlehem’s in sight.
Ring out those bells tonight,
Bethlehem, Bethlehem.
Follow that star tonight,
Bethlehem, Bethlehem.
Little donkey, little donkey,
Had a heavy day.
Little donkey, carry Mary safely on her way.
Do not falter little donkey, there’s a star ahead.
It will guide you little donkey to a cattle shed.
Ring out those bells tonight,
Bethlehem, Bethlehem.
Follow that star tonight,
Bethlehem, Bethlehem.
Little donkey, little donkey,
Had a heavy day.
Little donkey, carry Mary safely on her way.
Safely on her way.
END
Here is a Christmas song that once hear, sticks in your brain and you will find yourself singing the first line all day long.
“I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas“.
Christmas Novelty Song Lyrics: By John Rox. (1902–1957).
Vocals: by Gayla Rienette Peevey, a former singer and child star, who recorded the song when she was just 10 years old, back in 1953.
I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.
Only a hippopotamus will do.
Don’t want a doll, no dinky Tinker-toy,
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy.
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.
I don’t think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won’t have to use our dirty chimney flue,
Bring him through the front door,
That’s the easy thing to do.
I can see me now on Christmas morning,
Creeping down the stairs.
Oh, what joy and what surprise,
When I open up my eyes,
To see a hippo hero standing there.
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.
Only a hippopotamus will do.
No crocodiles, or rhinoceroses,
I only like hippopotamuses,
And hippopotamuses like me too.
Mom says the hippo would eat me up,
But then teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian.
There’s lots of room for him in our two car garage.
I’d feed him there and wash him there,
And give him his massage.
I can see me now on Christmas morning,
Creeping down the stairs.
Oh, what joy and what surprise,
When I open up my eyes,
To see a hippo hero standing there.
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.
Only a hippopotamus will do.
No crocodiles, or rhinoceroses,
I only like hippopotamuses,
And hippopotamuses like me too.
END
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