He met her up in Delaware in 1937.
She was wearing red lipstick
To match her pretty dress.

December 24th at a quarter till 11
Is when he finally gained the courage
To ask her to dance.


It was the night before Christmas.
It was love at first sight.

The carolers sang as they
Danced through the night.
She was a small town girl.

He was a traveling guy.
He never caught her name
Before they said their goodbyes.


A couple years later
He was out on the road,

Having Christmas dinner
In a diner alone.
When he saw a young waitress

With a gleam in her eye.
Her favorite day of the year.
She showed her spirits were high.


She said, "Sir, can you shed
A little holiday cheer?"

A simple Christmas story
Is all she wanted to hear.
He looked prepared with a smile

As he started to say,
"Here's my favorite Christmas story
'bout a girl with no name."


He said,
"I met her up in Delaware in 1937.

She was wearing red lipstick
To match her pretty dress.
December 24th at a quarter till 11

Is when I finally gained the courage
To ask her to dance".


Every holiday season
As he traveled he'd tell
'bout his Christmas dance partner

That he never knew well.
He shared his favorite story
With the locals he met.

He was called the Christmas
Story-Telling Traveling Man.


By age 53 He had done settled down.
All the neighborhood kids
Liked to gather around

Just to listen to the stories
'bout his life on the road.
All he had now were

These children he told.

And every Christmas Eve

They showed up before dark.
He'd tell them all the story
But they knew it by heart.

They could quote it word-for-word.
He always told it the same.
It was his favorite Christmas story

called "The Girl With No Name."

He said,

"I met her up in Delaware in 1937.
She was wearing red lipstick
To match her pretty dress.

December 24th at a quarter till 11
Is when I finally gained the courage
To ask her to dance".


Ohh, Ohh, Ohhh...

20 years later as he took
His last breath,

Saw a cold Christmas Morning
In a hospital bed.
The children had grown,
He had nobody left,
Except the little old nurse

Who was holding his hand.

He said, "Ma'am, Could you share
A little holiday cheer?"
A simple Christmas story

Is all he wanted to hear,
But his eyes filled with tears
At the words she spoke,
Because his favorite Christmas story
Was the one that she told.


She said, "I met him up in Delaware in 1937,
Though I never caught his name.
He was a traveling man.
December 24th at a quarter till 11.
I'm so glad he got the

Courage to ask me to dance."