Snow on the treetop
The sun concealing
The air is tender
A winter feeling
We'll take the quickest train
To New York City
To see the store displays
Right off of Fifth
No need to contemplate
The year we're leaving behind
Or all its weight
Now is the season
For Christmas time
I hear a drummer boy
And the kids all play beside a red bouquet
From the sidewalk
You hear a carol
That says to put on your best apparel
This is the holiday
The Grinch loves mocking
Don't let him put his coal
Into your stocking
Cause it's Christmas time
A little drummer boy will come out to play
Beside a red bouquet
Then come Christmas day
We're by the fireplace
And the air it tastes
A lot like gingerbread