• Sitting there, waiting, eyes glued to frosted glass
    Wondering, waiting, if this uneventful chill will pass
    Some small child hoping that the songs will ring true
    Because they're dreaming of a white Christmas, special just for you
    They believe that with white carpets of snow decorating the land
    That you will be able to easily complete the task that is at hand
    Traveling two and from all those different places
    Blessing them with your good graces
    Presents that you will bestow to the trees of comfy homes
    All over the sleeping world, chuckling at all those Christmas poems
    So give them a little winter magic, and tell your good friend Jack Frost
    To visit us and bring some snow so that young Christmas wonder won't be lost