The days are getting shorter
The nights are getting long
The air is getting chilly and

Im thinking of a song
The sun is low the stars are bright
The winter wind is brisk

And i know that by saying this
Im taking somewhat of a risk
But

I cant help it i just like christmas
The carols the colors the fuss
A stolen little knip under the mistletoe

I know its not supposed to be for us
I cant help it i just like christmas
Making pretty window stencils with white dust

When sleigh bells ring i like to listen
I know its not supposed to be for us
Its not like i want to go and chop down a tree

Even if i did youd say i cant
But i got you a few things and i wrapped them real nice
I put them underneath the ficus plant

I cant help it i just like christmas
The rockettes kicking is a must
A chestnut a roast an open fire

I know its not supposed to be for us
Id love to sit around in a red velvet suit
Little helpers helping me with this and that

Id stop shaving every year after shemini atzeret
Youd never give me hell for being fat
I cant help it i just like christmas

Eggnog and fruitcake i could bust
The detail the retail the sweet sales that follow
I know its not supposed to be

Its not like its like blasphemy
So what if its not supposed to be for us
I know its not supposed to be for us