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Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanza-Rama-Krishna
Oh, December is a joyous time in the old USA
Everybody celebrates in their own special way
In New York it’s difficult to know just what to say
To your neighbor, cabbie, grocer, stranger, waiting for the train
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
I’m pretty sure that covers every base
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
It’s hard to tell by looking at your face
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
I hope you’re feeling merry, maybe gay
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
Simply put – happy holidays!
Oh, Christmas is for Christians and Hanukkah’s for Jews
Those of African ancestry may celebrate Kwaanza too
Muslims observe Ramadan, sometimes that’s in December
Hindus have Krishna Jamestami… but when that is I can’t remember
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
I’m pretty sure that covers every base
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
It’s hard to tell by looking at your face
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
I hope you’re feeling merry, maybe gay
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
Simply put – happy holidays!
Oh, the US is a melting pot and melts more every year
Some think that’s good, some think it’s not, I say love conquers fear
Let’s make this month for everyone a friend and family time
So pour a glass and pass it ‘round, let’s all sing Auld Lang Syne!
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
I’m pretty sure that covers every base
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
It’s hard to tell by looking at your face
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
I hope you’re feeling merry, maybe gay
Happy Chrisma-Hanu-Kwanzaa-Rama-Krishna!
Simply put – happy holidays!
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Letters to Santa Monica
03:07
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Letters to Santa Monica
I'm writing letters to Santa Monica
I’m asking for the snow to cease
This bitter cold has gotten old
I never should have moved out east
I'm writing letters to Santa Monica
I'm asking for some SoCal sun
The cold is bizarre, I can't start my car
I miss the traffic on the 101
Chorus
Santa Monica, how I hate to miss you,
You’re leaving me cold, please don’t make me dis’ you
But it’s like you’re not there, you don’t even care
Who reads these Letters to Santa Monica
I'm writing letters to Santa Monica
As I slosh through the slush like a fool
While a world away, my friends surf through the waves
On another perfect afternoon
I'm writing letters to Santa Monica
I intend to deliver by hand
I've done my time in this Eastern clime
I'm dreaming of the surf and sand
Santa Monica, how I hate to miss you,
You’re leaving me cold, please don’t make me dis’ you
But it’s like you’re not there, you don’t even care
Who reads these Letters to Santa Monica
Winter in New York is enchanting
There are many who claim it's the best
But I can’t help recanting
‘Cause I'm dreaming of a Christmas out West
Santa Monica, how I hate to miss you
You’re leaving me cold, please don’t make me dis’ you
But it’s like you’re not there, you don’t even care
I froze to the bone, you've got snow in a cone
Maybe I should celebrate Hanukkah
Who reads these Letters to Santa
Who reads these Letters to Santa
Who reads these Letters to Santa Monica
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Christmas in Space
02:26
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Christmas in Space
All the ornaments
Are floating by
They won’t stay on the tree
It’s hard to serve
A Christmas ham
In zero gravity
Christmas in space
Christmas in space
There’s eggnog on your face
But the rocket is warm
And the cabin’s got charm
It’s a cozy Christmas in space
All the mistletoe
Floats everywhere
It’s always over your head
So the astronauts
They hug and kiss
While they’re strapped into their beds
Christmas in space
Christmas in space
There’s eggnog on your face
But the rocket is warm
And the cabin’s got charm
It’s a cozy Christmas in space
Intruder alert
The blast doors close
An alarm, but what is the cause
Parked outside
A great sleigh-ship
Why, it’s only Santa Clause
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Andrew Vladeck Brooklyn, New York
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