We wish you the merriest, the merriest, the merriest, the merriest to you
We wish you the merriest, the merriest, the merriest, yes the merriest,
We wish you the merriest, the merriest, the merriest Yule cheer,
We wish you the happiest, the happiest, the happiest, yes the happiest,
We wish you the happiest, the happiest, the happiest New Year.
May your tree be filled with happiness, happiness and friendliness for all
May your heart be filled with cheerfulness,
With happiness and cheerfulness and friendliness for all.
We wish you the happiest, the happiest, the happiest, yes the happiest,
We wish you the merriest, the merriest, the merriest Yule cheer,
And the happiest New Year.
The happiest and the friendliest, and the merriest, the cheerfullest,
And the happiest New Year.
Don’t bother asking for explanations
She’ll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
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, good will 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 unfurled,
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.
Whether You’re Christian, Muslim or Jew
Happy Holidays
Any Old Dance That You Like To Do
Happy Holidays
Eat Bite Drink Up Nibble Gobble Chew
Happy Holidays
Believe What You Want To Nothing’s Really True
Happy Holidays
Merry Something To You!
What I bring you? I tell you what I bring you.
The 1st Polish Christmas dish I bring to the party,
A boiled potato topped with dillweed.
The 2nd Polish Christmas dish I bring to the party,
2 steamed pierogies…
What’s a pierogi?
It’s a dough, wrapped around meat.
Oh…
And a boiled potato topped with dillweed.
Bring a torch, Jeannette, Isabella!
Bring a torch, to the stable run.
See him lying on a bed of straw,
A draughty stable with an open door;
Mary cradling the babe she bore -
The Prince of glory is his name.
O now carry me to Bethlehem,
To see the Lord of love again;
Just as poor as was the stable then,
The Prince of glory when he came!
Star of silver, sweep across the skies,
Show where Jesus in the manger lies;
Shepherds, swiftly from your stupor rise
To see the Saviour of the world!
O now carry me to Bethlehem,
To see the Lord of love again;
Just as poor as was the stable then,
The Prince of glory when he came!
Infant holy, infant lowly
For his bed a manger stall
Away in a manger no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.
I love you Lord Jesus; look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh
Long years ago on a deep winter night
High in the heavens a star shone bright
While in a manager a wee infant lay
Sweetly asleep on a bed of hay
Hey, hey, hey hey…
Hey, baby,
Oh, now girl,
Now, now, now tell me baby,
What’s been wrong with you?
What child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the son of Mary.
Infant so gentle, so pure and so sweet.
Love from Thy tiny eyes sinners doth greet.
Tenderest words fail all Thy beauty to show.
We must adore Thee, if Thee we would know.
Infant holy, Infant lowly, for His bed a cattle stall;
Oxen lowing, little knowing, Christ the Babe is Lord of all.
Swift are winging angels singing, noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ the Babe is Lord of all.
Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping vigil till the morning new
Saw the glory, heard the story, tidings of a Gospel true.
Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow, praises voicing, greet the morrow:
Christ the Babe was born for you.
The Babe in Bethlehem 's manger laid
In humble form so low
By wondering angels is surveyed
Through all His scenes of woe
Noel, Noel
Now sing the Savior given
All hail His coming down to earth
Who raises us to Heaven
The first Nowell the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay:
In fields where they lay a keeping their sheep
On a cold winter’s night that was so deep.
Nowell Nowell Nowell Nowell
Born is the King of Israel.
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the east beyond them far:
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Nowell Nowell Nowell Nowell
Born is the King of Israel.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water.
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
you’re nearly a good laugh, almost a joker,
with your head down in the pig bin,
saying, " Keep on digging", pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find, when you’re down in the pig mine?
You’re nearly a laugh, you’re nearly a laugh,
but you’re really a cry.
It’s a Merry Christmas when pigs fly.
As each happy Christmas Dawns on earth again,
Comes the holy Christ child to the hearts of men.