Winter's eve is creepin' in on December first, on a cold wind, And on the pantry door hangs a calendar Counting down the days with their little doors And I am just a Christmas Child, I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home Winter's eve, December 4. The tree is up and the lights adorn. I push the cloves into a tangerine, Fetch the holly from a neighbor's tree And I am just a Christmas Child, I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home And I will lie lie lie awake, I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. Three weeks til Christmas Day. Winter's eve is nearer still, the house she creaks and the wind chills. Howlin' wind but I remain safely by the lighted pane. The frost, right upon the glass, You see the treeline fade into the dark of night right on time. And I will lie lie lie awake, I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. I will lie lie lie awake, Lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. Two weeks til Christmas Day. And I will lie lie lie awake, I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. I will lie lie lie awake, Lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. I will lie lie lie awake, Lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away. One week til Christmas Day. One week til Christmas Day. One week til Christmas Day.