Hollis Woods is the main character of this book. She is a girl. She has brown hair,abnormally large nose, freckles, and she states she is not very pretty.
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In l893 Clabrough sold his company to an employee named Douglas Johnstone and retired to San Francisco. Johnstone added another line of guns, under the name Clabrough & Johnstone, and he carried on the business until World War I. Like many English gunmaking firms, C&J was forced to amalgamate with other firms. In l9l4, they joined forces with Hollis, Bentley & Playfair, which were all under the management of John O. Redgrave, a lifelong Clabrough employee who became the proprietor in l9l8. As the firm is long since gone, can only give 1893-1914 as dates. These were quality firearms and there IS a collector interest in them. Several WERE Damascus steel barreled, and should be examined by a qualified gunsmith before shooting ANYTHING in them.
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i dont know but heres some carolsO Come, All Ye FaithfulO come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,Come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.Come and behold Him, born the King of angels;RefrainO come, let us adore Him,O come, let us adore Him,O come, let us adore Him,Christ the Lord.True God of true God, Light from Light Eternal,Lo, he shuns not the Virgin's womb;Son of the Father, begotten, not created;RefrainSing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation;Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!Glory to God, all glory in the highest;RefrainSee how the shepherds, summoned to His cradle,Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps;RefrainChild, for us sinners poor and in the manger,We would embrace Thee, with love and awe;Who would not love Thee, loving us so dearly?RefrainYea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning;Jesus, to Thee be glory given;Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.RefrainAngels, From the Realms of GloryAngels, from the realms of glory,Wing your flight o'er all the earth;Ye, who sang creation's story,Now proclaim Messiah's birth:Come and worship,Come and worshipWorship Christ, the new-born King.Shepherds in the field abiding,Watching o'er your flocks by night,God with man is now residing;Yonder shines the infant Light:Sages, leave your contemplations,Brighter visions beam afar:Seek the great Desire of nations;Ye have seen his natal star:Saints before the altar bending,Watching long in hope and fear,Suddenly the Lord, descending,In his temple shall appear.The First NoelThe first Noel, the angel did say,Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,On a cold winter's night that was so deep.Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,Born is the King of Israel.They looked up and saw a starShining in the East, beyond them far;And to the earth it gave great light,And so it continued both day and night.Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,Born is the King of Israel.And by the light of that same star,Three wise men came from country far;To seek for a King was their intent,And to follow the star wherever it went.Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,Born is the King of Israel.This star drew night to the northwest,O'er Bethlehem it took its rest;And there it did both stop and stay,Right over the place where Jesus lay.Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,Born is the King of Israel.Then entered in those wise men three,Full reverently upon their knee;And offered there in his presence,Their gold, and myrrh, and frankincense.Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,Born is the King of Israel.Good Christian Men, RejoiceGood Christian men, rejoice,With heart and soul, and voice;Give ye heed to what we say:Jesus Christ is born to-day;Ox and ass before him bow,And he is in the manger now.Christ is born to-day!Christ is born to-day!Good Christian men, rejoice,With heart and soul, and voice;Now ye hear of endless bliss:Jesus Christ was born for this!He hath oped the heavenly door,And man is blessed evermore.Christ was born for this!Christ was born for this!Good Christian men, rejoice,With heart and soul, and voice;Now ye need not fear the grave:Jesus Christ was born to save!Calls you one and calls you allTo gain his everlasting hall.Christ was born to save!Christ was born to save!What Child Is This?What child is this, who, laid to rest,On Mary's lap is sleeping?Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,While shepherds watch are keeping?This, this is Christ the King,Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:Haste, haste to bring him laud,The babe, the son of Mary.Why lies he in such mean estateWhere ox and ass are feeding?Good Christian, fear: for sinners hereThe silent Word is pleading.So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,Come, peasant, king, to own him.the King of kings salvation brings,Let loving hearts enthrone him.God Rest You Merry GentlemenGod rest you merry, gentlemen,Let nothing you dismay,Remember Christ our SaviorWas born on Christmas Day;To save us all from Satan's powerWhen we were gone astray.O tidings of comfort and joy,Comfort and joy,O tidings of comfort and joy!From God our heavenly FatherA blessed angel came;And unto certain shepherdsBrought tiding of the same;How that in Bethlehem was bornThe Son of God by name."Fear not, then," said the angel,"Let nothing you affright;This day is born a SaviorOf a pure virgin bright,To free all those who trust in himFrom Satan's power and might."Now to the Lord sing praises,All you within this place,And with true love and brotherhoodEach other now embrace;this holy tide of ChristmasDoth bring redeeming grace.Angels We Have Heard on HighAngels we have heard on high,Singing sweetly through the night,And the mountains in replyEchoing their brave delight.Gloria in excelsis Deo.Gloria in excelsis Deo.Shepherds, why this jubilee?Why these songs of happy cheer?What great brightness did you see?What glad tiding did you hear?Gloria in excelsis Deo.Gloria in excelsis Deo.Come to Bethlehem and seeHim whose birth the angels sing;Come, adore on bended kneeChrist, the Lord, the new-born King.Gloria in excelsis Deo.Gloria in excelsis Deo.See him in a manger laidWhom the angels praise above;Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,While we raise our hearts in love.Gloria in excelsis Deo.Gloria in excelsis Deo.Away in a MangerAway in a manger, no crib for his bed,the little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,but little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,And stay by my side until morning is nigh.It Came Upon a Midnight ClearIt came upon the midnight clear,That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earthTo touch their harps of gold:"Peace on the earth, good will to men,From heaven's all-gracious King."The world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels sing.Still through the cloven skies they comeWith peaceful wings unfurled,And still their heavenly music floatsO'er all the weary world;Above its sad and lowly plainsThey bend on hovering wing,And ever o'er its Babel-soundsThe blessed angels sing.Yet with the woes of sin and strifeThe world has suffered long;Beneath the heavenly strain have rolledTwo thousand years of wrong;And man, at war with man, hears notThe tidings which they bring;O hush the noise, ye men of strife,And hear the angels sing!O ye, beneath life's crushing load,Whose forms are bending low,Who toil along the climbing wayWith painful steps and slow,Look now! for glad and golden hoursCome swiftly on the wing;O rest beside the weary roadAnd hear the angels sing!For lo! the days are hastening on,By prophets seen of old,When with the ever-circling yearsShall come the time foretold,When peace shall over all the earthIts ancient splendors fling,And the whole world give back the songWhich now the angels sing.Santa Claus Is Coming To TownOh! You better watch out,you better not cry,you better not pout,I'm telling you why:Santa Claus is coming to town!He's making a list,He's checking it twice,gonna find out who's naughty or nice.Santa Claus is coming to town!He sees you when you're sleeping,he knows when you're awake.He knows when you've been bad or good,so be good for goodness sake!So...You better watch out, You better not cryYou better not pout, I'm Telling you why.Santa Claus is coming to town.Little tin horns, little toy drums.Rudy-toot-toot and rummy tum tums.Santa Claus is coming to town.Little toy dolls that cuddle and coo,Elephants, boats and Kiddie cars too.Santa Claus is coming to town.The kids in Girl and boy landwill have a jubilee.They're gonna build a toy land townall around the Christmas tree.Ohh....You better watch out, you better not cry.You better not pout, I'm telling you why.Santa Claus is coming to town.O Christmas TreeO Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!How are thy leaves so verdant!O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,How are thy leaves so verdant!Not only in the summertime,But even in winter is thy prime.O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,How are thy leaves so verdant!O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,Much pleasure doth thou bring me!O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,Much pleasure doth thou bring me!For every year the Christmas tree,Brings to us all both joy and glee.O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,Much pleasure doth thou bring me!O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,Thy candles shine out brightly!O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,Thy candles shine out brightly!Each bough doth hold its tiny light,That makes each toy to sparkle bright.O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,Thy candles shine out brightly!O Little Town of BethlehemO little town of Bethlehem,How still we see the lie!Above thy deep and dreamless sleepThe silent stars go by;Yet in thy dark streets shinethThe everlasting Light;The hopes and fears of all the yearsAre met in thee to-night.For Christ is born of Mary,And gathered all above,While mortals sleep, the angels keepTheir watch of wondering love.O morning stars, togetherProclaim the holy birth!And praises sing to God the King,And peace to men on earth.How silently, how silently,The wondrous gift is given!So God imparts to human heartsThe blessings of his heaven.No ear may hear his coming,But in this world of sin,Where meek souls will receive him, stillThe dear Christ enters in.Where children pure and happyPray to the blessed Child,Where misery cries out to thee,Son of the mother mild;Where charity stands watchingAnd faith holds wide the door,The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,And Christmas comes once more.O holy Child of Bethlehem!Descend to us, we pray;Cast out our sin and enter in,Be born in us to-day.We hear the Christmas angelsThe great glad tidings tell;O come to us, abide with us,Our Lord Emmanuel!Silent NightSilent night, holy night,All is calm, all is brightRound yon virgin mother and child.Holy infant so tender and mild,Sleep in heavenly peace.Sleep in heavenly peace.Silent night, holy night,Shepherds quake at the sight,Glories stream from heaven afar,Heavenly hosts sing alleluia;Christ the Savior, is born!Christ the Savior, is born!Silent night, holy night,Son of God, love's pure lightRadiant beams from thy holy face,With the dawn of redeeming grace,Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.Rudolf the Red-nosed ReindeerRudolf, the red-nosed reindeerhad a very shiny nose.And if you ever saw him,you would even say it glows.All of the other reindeerused to laugh and call him names.They never let poor Rudolfplay in any reindeer games.Then one foggy Christmas eveSanta came to say:"Rudolf with your nose so bright,won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"Then all the reindeer loved himas they shouted out with glee:"Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer,you'll go down in history!"Hark! The Herald Angels SingHark! the herald angels singGlory to the new-born King!Peace on earth and mercy mild,God and sinners reconciled!Joyful, all ye nations, rise,Join the triumph of the skies;With the angelic host proclaimChrist is born in Bethlehem!Hark! the herald angels singGlory to the new-born King!Christ, by highest heaven adored;Christ, the everlasting Lord;Late in time behold him come,Offspring of the Virgin's womb.Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;Hail the incarnate Deity,Pleased as man with man to dwell;Jesus, our Emmanuel!Mild he lays his glory by,Born that man no more may die,Born to raise the sons of earth,Born to give them second birth.Risen with healing in his wings,Light and life to all he brings,Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!Hail the Heaven-born Prince of PeaceHail the Son of RighteousnessLight and life to all He bringsRisen with healing in His wingsMild He lay His glory byBorn that man no more may dieCome Desire of Nations come,Fix in us thy humble home.Rise, the woman's conquering Seed,Bruise in us the serpent's head.Adam's likeness now effaceStamp thine image in its placeAuld Lang SyneRobert BurnsChorus For auld lang syne, my dearFor auld lang syne,We'll take a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne!IShould auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to mind ?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And auld lang syne!IIAnd surely ye 'll be your pint' stowp,And surely I 'll be mine,And we 'll take a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne!IIIWe twa hae run about the braes,And pou'd the gowans fine,But we 've wander'd monie a weary fitSin' auld lang syne.IVWe twa hae paidl'd in the burnFrae morning sun till dine,But seas between us braid hae roar'dSin' auld lang syne.VAnd there's a hand, my trusty fiere,And gie 's a hand o' thine,And we 'll tak a right guid-willie waughtFor auld lang syne!ChorusFor auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindess yetFor auld lang syne!Good King WenceslasGood King Wenceslas looked outon the feast of Stephen,when the snow lay round about,deep and crisp and even.Brightly shown the moon that night,though the frost was cruel,when a poor man came in sight,gathering winter fuel.Hither, page, and stand by me.If thou know it telling:yonder peasant, who is he?Where and what his dwelling?Sire, he lives a good league hence,underneath the mountain,right against the forest fenceby Saint Agnes fountain.Bring me flesh, and bring me wine.Bring me pine logs hither.Thou and I will see him dinewhen we bear the thither.Page and monarch, forth they went,forth they went togetherthrough the rude wind's wild lamentand the bitter weather.Sire, the night is darker now,and the wind blows stronger.Fails my heart, I know not how.I can go no longer.Ark my footsteps my good page,tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's ragefreeze thy blood less coldly.In his master's step he trod,where the snow lay dented.Heat was in the very sodwhich the saint had printed.Therefore, Christian men, be sure,wealth or rank possessing,ye who now will bless the poorshall yourselves find blessing.I Saw Three ShipsI saw three ships come sailing inon Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.I saw three ships come sailing inon Christmas Day in the morning.And what was in those ships all threeon Christmas Day, on Christmas Day?And what was in those ships all threeon Christmas Day in the morning?The Virgin Mary and Christ were thereon Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.The virgin Mary and Christ were thereon Christmas Day in the morning.Joy to the WorldJoy to the world! the Lord is come;Let earth receive her King;Let every heart prepare Him room,and heaven and nature sing,and heaven and nature sing,and heaven, and heaven and nature sing.Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns;Let men their songs employ;while fields and floods,rocks, hills and plainsRepeat the sounding joy,Repeat the sounding joy,Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.No more let sins and sorrows grow,nor thorns infest the ground;He comes to make His blessing flowfar as the curse is found,far as the curse is found,far as, far as the curse is found.He rules the world with truth and grace,and makes the nations provethe glories of His righteousness,and wonders of His love,and wonders of His love,and wonders, wonders of His love.Drummer BoyCome they told me, pa rum pum pum pumA new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pumOur finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pumTo lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,So, to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,When we come.Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pumI am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pumI have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pumThat's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pumrum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,On my drum?Mary Nodded, pa rum pum pum pum,The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pumI played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pumI play me best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pumThen He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pumme and my drumO Holy NightO holy night! The stars are brightly shining,It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.Long lay the world in sin and error pining.Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!O night divine, the night when Christ was born;O night, O holy night, O night divine!O night, O holy night, O night divine!Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land.The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;In all our trials born to be our friends.He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!Truly He taught us to love one another,His law is love and His gospel is peace.Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother.And in his name all oppression shall cease.Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,With all our hearts we praise His holy name.Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,His power and glory ever more proclaim!His power and glory ever more proclaim!Carol of the BellsCarol of the Bells is an adaptation of an ancient Ukrainian folk songcalled a "shchedrivka". An arrangement by Mykola Leontovych (1877-1921)was popularized in the 1930's by Oleksander Koshyts (1875-1944), aUkrainian choir director who worked in the US and Canada. It has sincebecome an American Christmas classic.Hark how the bells,sweet silver bells,all seem to say,throw cares awayChristmas is here,bringing good cheer,to young and old,meek and the bold,ding dong dingthat is their songwith joyful ringall carolingone seems to hearwords of good cheerfrom everywherefilling the airOh how they pound,raising the sound,o'er hill and dale,telling their tale,Gaily they ringwhile people singsongs of good cheer,Christmas is here,Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas,On on they send ,on without end,their joyful tone to every homeDong Ding dong ding, dong BongSanta BabySung by MadonnaSanta baby, slip a sable under the tree, for meI've been an awful good girlSanta baby, and hurry down the chimney tonightSanta baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blueI'll wait up for you dear Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonightThink of all the fun I've missedThink of all the fellas that I haven't kissedNext year I could be oh so goodIf you'd check off my Christmas listBoo doo bee dooSanta honey, I wanna yacht and really that'sNot a lotI've been an angel all yearSanta baby, and hurry down the chimney tonightSanta cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deedTo a platinum mineSanta cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonightSanta baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checksSign your 'X' on the lineSanta baby, and hurry down the chimney tonightCome and trim my Christmas treeWith some decorations bought at Tiffany'sI really do believe in youLet's see if you believe in meBoo doo bee dooSanta baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ringI don't mean a phoneSanta baby, and hurry down the chimney tonightHurry down the chimney tonightHurry down the chimney tonightChrist Is Born In BethlehemChrist, by highest heaven adoredChrist, the everlasting Lord;Late in time behold Him comeOffspring of a virgin's womb.Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;Hail th' Incarnate Deity,Pleased as man with man to dwell;Jesus, our Emmanuel.Come, Desire of nations come,Fix in us Thy humble home;Rise, the Woman's conquering Seed,Bruise in us the Serpent's head.Adam's likeness, Lord efface:Stamp Thy image in its place;Second Adam, from above,Reinstate us in thy love.Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!Hail, the Son of Righteousness!Light and life to all He brings,Ris'n with healing in His wings.Mild He lays His glory by,Born that man no more may die,Born to raise the sons of earth,Christmas Without YouWords and Music by Dolly Parton and Steve GoldsteinWhite Christmas and I'm blueLike fireworks with no fuseChristmas without youThe fireplace keeps burning and my thoughts keep turningThe pages of memories of time spent with youOld Christmas songs we knew and used to make love toMake it hard to get used toChristmas without youChorus:Christmas without youWhite Christmas and I'm blueI love you I miss youSo sad but so trueChristmas without youLike a mystery with no cluesLike fireworks with no fuseChristmas without youThe sweetest gift I know would be if the new snowCould fall on your footsteps on this Christmas eveThe most joyous Christmas if luck could be with usWould be if Saint Nicholas brought you home to meRepeat chorus twiceThe Coventry CarolLullaby, thou little tiny child,By, by, lullay, lullayLullay, thou little tiny child,By, by, lullay, lullay.O sisters too, how may we do,For to preserve this day,This poor youngling for whom we sing,By, by, lullay, lullay.Herod the king in his ragin,Charged he hath this day,His men of night, in his own sight,All children young to stay.Then woe is me, poor child, for thee,And ever mourn and say,For thy parting not say, nor sing,By, by, lullay, lullay.Mary's Boy ChildMary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the Holy Bible say,Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today,And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.While shepherds watch their flocks by night,they see a bright new shining star,they hear a choir sing a song, the music seemed to come from afar.Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today,And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.Oh a moment still worth was a glow, all the bells rang outthere were tears of joy and laughter, people shouted"let everyone know, there is hope for all to find peace".Now Joseph and his wife, Mary, came to Bethlehem that night,they found no place to bear her child, not a single room was in sight.And then they found a little nook in a stable all forlorn,and in a manger cold and dark, Mary's little boy was born.Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today,And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.Oh a moment still worth was a glow, all the bells rang outthere were tears of joy and laughter, people shouted"let everyone know, there is hope for all to find peace".Oh my Lord...With Bells On-Words By Dolly PartonI'll be home with bells onI'll be home with bells onTrim the trees and wrap the presentsturn the Christmas music onThis Christmas I'll be home with bells onI've traveled around this country crossed the waters deep and wideMade lots of friends and memories brought joy to others livesIt's Christmas time again another year has come and goneAnd I can't keep from wonderin' how the old folks are at homeI'll be home with bells onI'll be home with bells onTrim the tree and wrap the presents turn the Christmas music onThis Christmas I'll be home with bells onWhen the snow is on the meadow and the sleigh bells jingle brightAnd the kids are singing jingle bells around the Christmas lightsAs daddy stokes the fire and mama puts the turkey onThere ain't nothing going to slow me down this Christmas I'll be homeI'll be home with bells onI'll be home with bells onTrim the tree and wrap the presents turn the Christmas music onThis Christmas I'll be home with bells onAngels and Shepherds(Morovia - Nesem VÃ¡n Noviny)Hark all ye shepherds, come join in our song.Hark all ye shepherds, for Jesus is born.Lo he is lying, born in a manger,Jesus, annointed to be our Savior. Alleluia!Hark all ye shepherds, arise from your sheep.Hark all ye shepherds, the Christ child asleep.Mary, the mother, quietly singing,From God to man salvation is bringing. Alleluia!Angels adore him, men bow before him, heaven and earth proclaim!Prophets of old his coming foretold and men ever praise his name.Come and adore him, Jesus our Savior,He dwells among us, now and forever. Alleluia!Children, Go Where I Send TheeChildren, go where I send theeHow shall I send thee?I'm gonna send thee one by oneOne for the little bitty babyThat was born, bornBorn in Bethlehem.Children, go where I send theeHow shall I send thee?I'm gonna send thee two by twoTwo for Paul and SilasOne for the little bitty baybeThat was born, bornBorn in Bethlehem.Three for the Hebrew children...Four for the four that stood at the door...Five for the gospel preachers...Six for the six that never got fixed...Seven for the seven that never got to heaven...Eight for the eight that stood at the gate...Nine for the nine all dressed so fine...Ten for the ten commandments...Eleven for the eleven deriders...Twelve for the twelve Apostles...Home for the HolidaysAl Stillman and Robert AllenOh, there's no place likehome for the holidays,'Cause no matter how far away you roamWhen you pine for the sunshineOf a friendly faceFor the holidays, you can't beatHome, sweet homeI met a man who lives in TennesseeAnd he was headin' for PennsylvaniaAnd some home made pumpkin pieFrom Pennsylvania folks a travelin' downTo Dixie's sunny shoreFrom Atlantic to Pacific, geeThe traffic is terrificOh there's no place like homeFor the holidays, 'cause no matterHow far away you roamIf you wantTo be happy in a million waysFor the holidays, you can't beatHome, sweet homePat-a-Pan(Burgundy)Willie, take your little drum,Robin, bring your fife, and come,And be merry while you play.ChorusTurelurelu. Patapatapan.Come be merry while you play,On this joyous Christmas day.GuillÃ´, pran tun tamborin,Toi, pran tu fleute, Robin.Au son de cÃ©s instruman.repeat chorusGod and man became today,More in tune than fife and drum,So be merry while you play.repeat chorusThe Huron Carol'Twas in the moon of winter-timeWhen all the birds had fled,That mighty Gitchi ManitouSent angel choirs instead;Before their light the stars grew dim,And wandering hunter heard the hymn:"Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born,In excelsis gloria."Within a lodge of broken barkThe tender Babe was found,A ragged robe of rabbit skinEnwrapp'd His beauty round;But as the hunter braves drew nigh,The angel song rang loud and high... RefrainO children of the forest free,O sons of Manitou,The Holy Child of earth and heavenIs born today for you.Come kneel before the radiant BoyWho brings you beauty, peace and joy. RefrainIn Excelsis GloriaWhen Christ was born of Mary free,In Bethlehem in that fair city,Angels sung e'er with mirth and glee,In excelsis gloria,In excelsis gloria,In excelsis gloria,In excelsis gloria.Herdsmen beheld these angels bright-To them appeared with great light,And said, "God's son is born this night." RefrainThis King is come to save His kind,In the Scripture as we find;Therefore this song we have in mind: RefrainThen, dear Lord, for Thy great grace,Grant us the bliss to see Thy face,Where we may sing to Thy solace: RefrainFum, Fum, Fum,Spanish On this joyful Christmas DaySing fum, fum, fumOn this joyful Christmas DaySing fum, fum, fumFor a blessed Babe was bornUpon this day at the break of mornIn a manger poor and lowlyLay the Son of God most holyFum, Fum, Fum!Thanks to God for holidaysSing fum, fum, fumNow we all our voices raiseAnd sing a song of grateful praiseCelebrate in song and storyAll the wonders of His gloryFum, fum, fumThe Greatest Gift of AllJohn JarvisDawn is slowly breakingOur friends have all gone homeYou and I are waitingFor Santa Claus to comeThere's a present by the treeStockings on the wallKnowing you're in love with meIs the greatest gift of allThe fire is slowly fadingChill is in the airAll the gifts are waitingFor children ev'rywhereThrough the window I can seeSnow begin to fallKnowing you're in love with meIs the greatest gift of allJust before I go to sleepI hear a church bell ringMerry Christmas ev'ryoneIs the song it singsSo I say a silent prayerFor creatures great and smallPeace on earth goodwill to menIs the greatest gift of allPeace on earth goodwill to menIs the greatest gift of allGreensleevesWilliam Chatterdon Dixs Version 1 & 2 What child is this, who, lay to rest,on Mary's lap, is sleepingWhom angels greet with anthems sweet,while Shepards watch are keepingChorus This, this is Christ the Kingwhom Shepards guard and angels singHaste, Haste, to bring him laud,The babe, the son of MaryWhy lies he in such mean estatewhere ox and ass are feeding?Good Christian, fear; for sinnershere the silent Word is pleadingChorus So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh come,peasant, King, to own him;The King of kings salvation brings,let loving hearts enthrone HimChorusVersion 2Alas, my love, you do me wrong,To cast me off discourteouslyFor I have loved you well and long,Delighting in your companyGreensleeves was all my joyGreensleeves was my delight,Greensleeves was my heart of gold,And who but my lady greensleevesYour vows you've broken, like my heart,Oh, why did you so enrapture me?Now I remain in a world apartBut my heart remains in captivityI have been ready at your hand,To grant whatever you would crave,I have both wagered life and land,Your love and good-will for to haveIf you intend thus to disdain,It does the more enrapture me,And even so, I still remainA lover in captivityMy men were clothed all in green,And they did ever wait on thee;All this was gallant to be seen,And yet thou wouldst not love meThou couldst desire no earthly thing,but still thou hadst it readilyThy music still to play and sing;And yet thou wouldst not love meWell, I will pray to God on high,that thou my constancy mayst see,And that yet once before I die,Thou wilt vouchsafe to love meAh, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,To God I pray to prosper thee,For I am still thy lover true,Come once again and love meHallelujah Chorus Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah!The kingdom of this world is becomethe Kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ, and of His Christ;and He shall reign for ever and everand He shall reign for ever and everand He shall reign for ever and everand He shall reign for ever and everKing of Kings,for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!and Lord of Lords,for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!King of Kings,for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!and Lord of Lords,for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!King of Kings,for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!and Lord of Lords,for ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!King of Kings, and Lord of Lords,and He shall reign for ever and everand He shall reign for ever and everKing of Kingsfor ever and ever. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!and He shall reign for ever and ever,for ever and ever,King of Kings,and Lord of Lords,King of Kings,and Lord of Lords,and He shall reign for ever and ever,King of Kings,and Lord of Lords.Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!(Do They Know It's Christmas?)Band Aid Christmas SongM. Ure and Bob GeldofIt's Christmastime; there's no need to be afraidAt Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shadeAnd in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joyThrow your arms around the world at ChristmastimeBut say a prayer to pray for the other onesAt ChristmastimeIt's hard, but when you're having funThere's a world outside your windowAnd it's a world of dread and fearWhere the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tearsAnd the Christmas bells that ring thereAre the clanging chimes of doomWell tonight thank God it's them instead of youAnd there won't be snow in Africa this ChristmastimeThe greatest gift they'll get this year is lifeOh, where nothing ever grows, no rain or rivers flowDo they know it's Christmastime at all?Here's to you, raise a glass for ev'ryoneHere's to them, underneath that burning sunDo they know it's Christmastime at all?Feed the worldFeed the worldFeed the worldLet them know it's Christmastime againFeed the worldLet them know it's Christmastime againThe Night Before ChristmasClement Clarke Moore - adapted by Johnny MarksTwas the night before Christmas and all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.All the stockings were hung by the chimney with careIn the hope that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,A miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,A little old driver so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.And more rapid than eagles his reindeer all cameAs he shouted, "Oh Dasher" and each reindeer's name.And so up to the housetop the reindeer soon flewWith the sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas, too.Down the chimney he came with a leap and a bound;He was dressed all in fur, and his belly was round.He spoke not a word but went straight to this work,And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,And laying his finger aside of his nose,Then giving a nod up the chimney he rose.But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"Suzy SnowflakeSid Tepper and Roy C. BennettHere comes Suzy Snowflake,Dressed in a snow-white gown,Tap, tap, tappin' at your windowpaneTo tell you she's in town.Here comes Suzy Snowflake;Soon you will hear her say,"Come out ev'ryone and play with me;I haven't long to stay.If you want to make a snowman,I'll help you make one, two, three.If you wanna take a sleigh ride,The ride's on me."Here comes Suzy Snowflake;Look at her tumblin' down,Bringing joy to ev'ry girl and boy;Suzy's come to town.I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas-- writing credits go to John Rox, copyright 1950. It's included on atape by "Joanie Bartel's Christmas Magic.""I want a hippopotamus for ChristmasOnly a hippopotamus will doI don't want a doll, no dinkey tinker toysI want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoyI want a hippopotamus for ChristmasI don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?He won't have to use a dirty chimney flueJust bring him through the front doorThat's the easy thing to doI can see me now on Christmas morningCreeping down the stairsOh what joy, what surpriseWhen I open up my eyesTo see a hippo hero standing thereI want a hippopotamus for ChristmasOnly a hippopotamus will doNo crocodiles, no rhinosaurusI only likes hippopotamuses [sic]And hippopotamuses [sic] like me, tooMom says a hippo would eat me up, but thenTeacher says a hippo is a vegetarianThere's lots of room for him in our two-car garageI'd feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage."O Come, O Come, EmmanuelO come, O come, Emmanuel,And ransom captive Israel,That mourns in lonely exile hereUntil the Son of God appear.Rejoice, rejoice! EmmanuelShall come to thee, O Israel.O come, O come, Thou Lord of Might,Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height,In ancient times didst give the law,In cloud, and majesty, and awe. RefrainO come, Thou Rod of Jesse, freeThine own from Satan's tyranny;From depths of hell Thy people saveAnd give them victory o'er the grave. RefrainO come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheerOur spirits by Thine advent here;Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,And death's dark shadows put to flight. RefrainO come, Thou Key of David, come,And open wide our heavenly home;Make safe the way that leads on high,And close the path to misery. RefrainO come, Thou Wisdom from on high,And order all things, far and nigh;To us the path of knowledge show,And cause us in her ways to go. RefrainO come, Desire of nations, bindIn one the hearts of all mankind;Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,And be Thyself our King of peace. RefrainI Heard The Bells On Christmas DayI heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old familiar carols play.And wild and sweet the words repeatOf Peace on earth, good will to men.I thought how as the day had comeThe belfries of all ChristendomHad roll'd along th' unbroken songOf Peace on earth, good will to men.And in despair, I bow'd my head:"There is no peace on earth," I said,"For hate is strong and mocks the song,Of Peace on earth, good will to men."Then pealed the bells more loud and deep;"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,With Peace on earth, good will to men."Do You Hear What I Hear?Said the night wind to the little lamb,"Do you see what I see?Way up in the sky, little lamb,Do you see what I see?A star, a star, dancing in the nightWith a tail as big as a kite,With a tail as big as a kite."Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,"Do you hear what I hear?Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,Do you hear what I hear?A song, a song high above the treesWith a voice as big as the the sea,With a voice as big as the the sea."Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,"Do you know what I know?In your palace warm, mighty king,Do you know what I know?A Child, a Child shivers in the cold--Let us bring him silver and gold,Let us bring him silver and gold."Said the king to the people everywhere,"Listen to what I say!Pray for peace, people, everywhere,Listen to what I say!The Child, the Child sleeping in the nightHe will bring us goodness and light,He will bring us goodness and light."The Holly And The IvyThe holly and the ivy,When they are both full grown,Of all trees that are in the wood,The holly bears the crown:O, the rising of the sun,And the running of the deerThe playing of the merry organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly bears a blossom,As white as lily flow'r,And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,To be our dear Saviour: RefrainThe holly bears a berry,As red as any blood,And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,To do poor sinners good: RefrainThe holly bears a prickle,As sharp as any thorn,And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,On Christmas Day in the morn: RefrainThe holly bears a bark,As bitter as the gall,And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,For to redeem us all: RefrainThe holly and the ivy,When they are both full grown,Of all trees that are in the wood,The holly bears the crown: RefrainHere We Come A-WassailingHere we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green;Here we come a-wandering, so fair to be seen.Love and joy come to you, and to you our wassail, too.And God bless you and send you a Happy New YearAnd God bless you and send you a Happy New YearWe are not daily beggars that beg from door to door;But we are neighbours' children whom you have seen before. RefrainWe have a little purse made of ratching leather skin;We want a little sixpence to line it well within. RefrainGod bless the master of this house, likewise the mistress, too;And all the little children that round the table go. RefrainGloucestershire WassailWassail, wassail all over the town!Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown,Our bowl, it is made of the good maple tree;From the wassailing bowl we'll drink unto thee.Come, butler, and fill us a bowl of your best,And we hope your soul in Heaven may rest;But if you do bring us a bowl of the small,Then down shall go butler and bowl and all.Come here, sweet maid, in the frilly white smock,Come trip to the door and trip back the lock!Come trip to the door and pull back the pin,And let us jolly wassailers in.We Wish You A Merry ChristmasWe wish you a Merry Christmas;We wish you a Merry Christmas;We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.Good tidings we bring to you and your kin;Good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year.Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;Oh, bring us a figgy pudding;Oh, bring us a figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer. RefrainWe won't go until we get some;We won't go until we get some;We won't go until we get some, so bring some out here. RefrainWe wish you a Merry Christmas;We wish you a Merry Christmas;We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.Caroling, CarolingWihla HutsonCaroling, caroling, now we goChristmas bells are ringingCaroling, caroling thru the snowChristmas bells are ringingJoyous voices sweet and clearSing the sad of heart to cheerDing dong, ding dongChristmas bells are ringingCaroling, caroling thru the townChristmas bells are ringingCaroling, caroling up and downChristmas bells are ringingMark ye well the song we singGladsome tidings now we bringDing dong, ding dongChristmas bells are ringing!Caroling, caroling, near and farChristmas bells are ringingFollowing, following yonder starChristmas bells are ringingSing we all this happy morn"Lo, the King of heav'n is born!"Ding dong, ding dongChristmas bells are ringingSilver BellsJay Livingston and Ray EvansCity sidewalks, busy sidewalksDressed in holiday styleIn the airThere's a feelingof ChristmasChildren laughingPeople passingMeeting smile after smileAnd on ev'ry street corner you'll hearSilver bells, silver bellsIt's Christmas time in the cityRing-a-ling, hear them singSoon it will be Christmas dayStrings of street lightsEven stop lightsBlink a bright red and greenAs the shoppers rushhome with their treasuresHear the snow crunchSee the kids bunchThis is Santa's big sceneAnd above all this bustleYou'll hearSilver bells, silver bellsIt's Christmas time in the cityRing-a-ling, hear them singSoon it will be Christmas dayThe Christmas SongLyrics by Mel TormeChestnuts roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your noseYuletide carols being sung by a choirAnd folks dressed up like EskimosEverybody knows a turkey and someMistletoe help to make the season brightTiny tots with their eyes all aglowWill find it hard to sleep tonightThey know that Santa's on his wayHe's loaded lots of toys and goodiesOn his sleighAnd ev'ry mother'sChild is gonna spy to see ifReindeer really know how to flyAnd so, I'm offering thisSimple phrase to kids fromOne to ninety-twoAltho' it's been said many timesMany ways; "Merry Christmas to you"Up on the HousetopB.R. HanbyUp on the housetop reindeer pauseOut jumps good old Santa ClausDown thru the chimney with lots of toysAll for the little onesChristmas joysChorusHo, ho, ho!Who wouldn't go!Ho, ho, ho!Who wouldn't go!Up on the housetopClick, click, clickDown thru the chimney withGood Saint NickFirst comes the stockingOf little NellOh, dear SantaFill it wellGive her a dollyThat laughs and criesOne that will openAnd shut her eyesRepeat ChorusNext comes the stockingOf little WillOh, just see whatA glorious fillHere is a hammerAnd lots of tacksAlso a ballAnd a whip that cracksRepeat ChorusThe Twelve Days of ChristmasOn the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to meA partridge in a pear tree.On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to meTwo turtle dovesand a partridge in a pear tree.On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to meThree French hens, two turtle dovesAnd a partridge in a pear tree.On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to meFour calling birds, three French hens, two turtle dovesAnd a partridge in a pear tree.On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to meFive golden rings.Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle dovesAnd a partridge in a pear tree.On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to meSix geese a-laying,Five golden rings.Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle dovesAnd a partridge in a pear tree.On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to meSeven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying,Five golden rings.Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle dovesAnd a partridge in a pear tree.On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to meEight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying,Five golden rings.Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle dovesAnd a partridge in a pear tree.On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to meNine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, sixgeese a-laying,Five golden rings.Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle dovesAnd a partridge in a pear tree.On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to meTen lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swansa-swimming, six geese a-laying,Five golden rings.Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle dovesAnd a partridge in a pear tree.On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to meEleven pipers piping, ten lords a-leaping, nine ladies dancing, eight maidsa-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying,Five golden rings.Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves And a partridge in a pear tree.On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to meTwelve drummers drumming,eleven pipers piping, ten lords a-leaping,nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking,seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying,Five golden rings.Four calling birds,three French hens,two turtle dovesAnd a partridge in a pear tree.Grandma Got Run Over By A ReindeerIrish RoversGrandma got run over by a reindeerWalking home from our house Christmas eve.You can say there's no such thing as Santa,But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog,And we'd begged her not to go.But she'd left her medication,So she stumbled out the door into the snow.When they found her Christmas mornin',At the scene of the attack.There were hoof prints on her forehead,And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.Grandma got run over by a reindeer,Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.You can say there's no such thing as Santa,But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.Now were all so proud of Grandpa,He's been takin' this so well.See him in there watchin' football,Drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.It's not Christmas without Grandma.All the family's dressed in black.And we just can't help but wonder:Should we open up her gifts or send them back?Grandma got run over by a reindeer,Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.You can say there's no such thing as Santa,But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.Now the goose is on the tableAnd the pudding made of fig.And a blue and silver candle,That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.I've warned all my friends and neighbours.Better watch out for yourselves."They should never give a license,To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.Grandma got run over by a reindeer,Walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve.You can say there's no such thing as Santa,But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.I saw Mommy kissing Santa ClausI saw Mommy tickle Santa ClausUnderneath the mistletoe last night.She didn't see me creepDown the stairs to have a peep;She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep.Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa ClausUnderneath his beard so snowy white;Oh, what a laugh it would have beenIf Daddy had only seenMommy kissing Santa Claus last night.Over the River and Through the WoodsOver the river and through the woodsTo Grandmother's house we go.The horse knows the way to carry the sleighThrough white and drifted snow.Over the river and through the woods,Oh, how the wind does blow.It stings the toes and bites the noseAs over the ground we go.Over the river and through the woodsTo have a full day of play.Oh, hear the bells ringing ting-a-ling-ling,For it is Christmas Day.Over the river and through the woods,Trot fast my dapple gray;Spring o'er the ground just like a hound,For this is Christmas Day.Over the river and through the woodsAnd straight through the barnyard gate.It seems that we go so dreadfully slow;It is so hard to wait.Over the river and through the woods,Now Grandma's cap I spy.Hurrah for fun; the pudding's done;Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.A Visit from St.Nicholasby Clement C. MooreDown the chimney St.Nicholas came with a bound.He was dressed all in furs from his head to his foot,and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack.His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.He had a broad face and a little round bellyThat shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.He was chubby and plump - a right jolly old elf -And laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.It's Beginning to Look Like ChristmasIt's beginning to look a lot like ChristmasEv'rywhere you go;Take a look in the five-and-ten, glistening once againWith candy canes and silver lanes aglow.It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,Toys in ev'ry store,But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will beOn your own front door.A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shootsIs the wish of Barney and Ben;Dolls that will talk and will go for a walkIs the hope of Janice and Jen;And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again.It's beginning to look a lot like ChristmasEv'rywhere you go;There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well,The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow.It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas;Soon the bells will start,And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you singRight within your heart.Ding Dong Merrily on HighDing Dong! merrily on highIn heav'n the bells are ringingDing, dong! verily the skyIs riv'n with angel singingGloria, Hosanna in excelsisE'en so here below, belowLet steeple bells be swungenAnd i-o, i-o, i-oBy priest and people be sungenGloria, Hosanna in excelsisPray ye dutifully primeYour matin chime, ye ringersMay ye beautifully rimeYour evetime song, ye singersGloria, Hosanna in excelsisFrosty the Snow ManFrosty the snowman was a jolly happy soulWith a corncob pipe and a button noseand two eyes made out of coalFrosty the snowman is a fairy tale they sayHe was made of snow but the childrenknow how he came to life one dayThere must have been some magic in thatold silk hat they foundFor when they placed it on his headhe began to dance aroundO Frosty the snowmanwas alive as he could beAnd the children say he could laughand play just the same as you and meThumpetty thump thumpthumpety thump thumpLook at Frosty goThumpetty thump thumpthumpety thump thumpOver the hills of snowFrosty the snowman knewthe sun was hot that daySo he said"Let's run andwe'll have some funnow before I melt away" Down to the villagewith a broomstick in his handRunning here and there allaround the square sayingCatch me if you canHe led them down the streets of townright to the traffic copAnd he only paused a moment whenhe heard him holler "Stop!"For Frosty the snow manhad to hurry on his wayBut he waved goodbye saying"Don't you cryI'll be back again some day" Thumpetty thump thumpthumpety thump thumpLook at Frosty goThumpetty thump thumpthumpety thump thumpOver the hills of snowWhite ChristmasIrving Berlin 1942I'm dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used to knowWhere the treetops glistenand children listenTo hear sleigh bells in the snowI'm dreaming of a white ChristmasWith every Christmas card I writeMay your days be merry and brightAnd may all your Christmases be whiteI'm dreaming of a white ChristmasWith every Christmas card I writeMay your days be merry and brightAnd may all your Christmases be whiteMr. GrinchYou're a mean one, Mr. GrinchYou really are a heel,You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,Your heart's an empty hole,Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,You have termites in your smile,You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch,You're the king of sinful sots,Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,With a nauseous super "naus"!,You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgracefulassortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,You're a nasty wasty skunk,Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch,The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,"Stink, stank, stunk"!The Chipmunk Song(all right you Chipmunks! Ready to sing your song?-I'll say we are!-Yeah!-Let's sing it now!Okay, Simon?-Okay!Okay, Theodore?-Okay!Okay, Alvin? Alvin? ALVIN!-OKAY!!!)Christmas, Christmas time is nearTime for toys and time for cheerWe've been good, but we can't lastHurry Christmas, hurry fastWant a plane that loops the loopMe, I want a hula hoopWe can hardly stand the waitPlease Christmas, don't be late.(Okay fellas get ready.That was very good, Simon.-Naturally.Very good Theodore.-Ahhh.Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it.Ah, Alvin. Alvin. ALVIN!-OKAY.)Want a plane that loops the loopI still want a hula hoopWe can hardly stand the waitPlease Christmas, don't be late.We can hardly stand the waitPlease Christmas, don't be late.(Very good, boys-Lets sing it again! Yeah, lets sing it again!No, That's enough, lets not overdo it-What do you mean overdo it?-We want to sing it again!Now wait a minute, boys-Why can't we sing it again?-[chipmunk chatter]Alvin, cut that out..Theodore, just a minute.Simon will you cut that out? Boys...)Must be SantaWho's got a beard that's long and whiteSanta's got a beard that's long and whiteWho comes around on a special nightSanta comes around on a special nightSpecial Night, beard that's whiteMust be Santa Must be SantaMust be Santa, Santa ClausWho wears boots and a suit of redSanta wears boots and a suit of redWho wears a long cap on his headSanta wears a long cap on his headCap on head, suit that's redSpecial night, beard that's whiteMust be Santa Must be SantaMust be Santa, Santa ClausWho's got a big red cherry noseSanta's got a big red cherry noseWho laughs this wayHO HO HOSanta laughs this wayHO HO HOHO HO HO, cherry noseCap on head, suit that's redSpecial night, beard that's whiteMust be Santa Must be SantaMust be Santa, Santa ClausWho very soon will come our waySanta very soon will come our wayEight little reindeer pull his sleighSanta's little reindeer pull his sleighReindeer sleigh, come our wayHO HO HO, cherry noseCap on head, suit that's redSpecial night, beard that's whiteMust be Santa Must be SantaMust be Santa, Santa ClausDasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen,Comet, Cupid, Donner and BlitzenReindeer sleigh, come our wayHO HO HO, cherry noseCap on head, suit that's redSpecial night, beard that's whiteMust be Santa Must be SantaMust be Santa, Santa Claus"Must Be Santa" written by Hal Moore and Bill FredericksCopyright Â© 1960 Hollis Music Inc. All rights for the United States ofAmerica controlled jointly by:Intuitive Music, 256 Ohayo Mountain Road, Woodstock, NY 12498 and WoodwynMusic, PO Box 91, New Canaan, CT 06840. All rights for the world outsidethe United States of America controlled by:Hollis Music Inc., New York, NY.Deck the HallsDeck the halls with boughs of holly,Fa la la la la, la la la la.Tis the season to be jolly,Fa la la la la, la la la la.Don we now our gay apparel,Fa la la, la la la, la la la.Troll the ancient Yuletide carol,Fa la la la la, la la la la.See the blazing Yule before us,Fa la la la la, la la la la.Strike the harp and join the chorus.Fa la la la la, la la la la.Follow me in merry measure,Fa la la la la, la la la la.While I tell of Yuletide treasure,Fa la la la la, la la la la.Fast away the old year passes,Fa la la la la, la la la la.Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,Fa la la la la, la la la la.Sing we joyous, all together,Fa la la la la, la la la la.Heedless of the wind and weather,Fa la la la la, la la la la.Gentle Mary Laid Her Child[Joseph S. Cook, 1919]Gentle Mary laid her ChildLowly in a manger.There He lay, the Undefiled,To the world a stranger.Such a Babe in such a place,Can He be the Savior?Ask the saved of all the raceWho have found His favor.Angels sang about His birth,Wise men sought and found Him.Heaven's star shone brightly forthGlory all around Him.Shepherds saw the wondrous sight,Hear the angels singing.All the plains were lit that night,All the hills were ringing.Gentle Mary laid her ChildLowly in a manger.He is still the Undefiled,But no more a stranger.Son of God of humble birth,Beautiful the story.Praise His name in all the earth.Hail! The King of Glory!Go Tell It On The MountainWhen I was a seekerI sought both night and day,I asked the Lord to help me,And he showed me the way.ChorusGo tell it on the mountain,Over the hills and everywhere,Go tell it on the mountain,Our Jesus Christ is born.He made me a watchmanUpon a city wall,And if I am a Christian,I am the least of all.ChorusGo tell it on the mountain,Over the hills and everywhere,Go tell it on the mountain,Our Jesus Christ is born.Jingle BellsJames Pierpont - 1857Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleighOver the fields we go, laughing all the way;Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits brightWhat fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonightChorusJingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleighJingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleighA day or two ago, I thought I'd take a rideAnd soon Miss Fanny Bright, was seated by my side;The horse was lean and lank, misfortune seemed his lot;He got into a drifted bank and we got upsot(Chorus)A day or two ago, the story I must tellI went out on the snow, and on my back I fell;A gent was riding by, in a one-horse open sleighHe laughed as there I sprawling lie but quickly drove away(Chorus)Now the ground is white, go it while you're youngTake the girls tonight, and sing this sleighing song;Just get a bob-tailed bay, two-forty as his speedHitch him to an open sleigh and crack! you'll take the lead(Chorus)Jolly Old Saint NicholasJolly old Saint Nicholas,Lean your ear this way!Don't you tell a single soulWhat I'm going to say;Christmas Eve is coming soon;Now, you dear old man,Whisper what you'll bring to me;Tell me if you can.When the clock is striking twelve,When I'm fast asleep,Down the chimney broad and black,With your pack you'll creep;All the stockings you will findHanging in a row;Mine will be the shortest one,You'll be sure to know.Johnny wants a pair of skates;Susy wants a dolly;Nellie wants a story book;She thinks dolls are folly;As for me, my little brainIsn't very bright;Choose for me, old Santa Claus,What you think is right.We Three Kings of Orient Are[John H. Hopkins, Jr., 1857]We three kings of Orient areBearing gifts we traverse afar.Field and fountain, moor and mountain,Following yonder star.ChorusO star of wonder, star of night,Star with royal beauty bright,Westward leading, still proceeding,Guide us to thy perfect Light.Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,Gold I bring to crown Him again,King forever, ceasing neverOver us all to reign.(Chorus)Frankincense to offer have I.Incense owns a Deity nigh.Prayer and praising all men raising,Worship Him, God on high.(Chorus)Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfumeBreaths a life of gathering gloom.Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.(Chorus)Glorious now behold Him arise,King and God and Sacrifice.Alleluia, alleluia!Sounds through the earth and skies.(Chorus)All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front TeethEvery body stopsand stares at meThese two teeth aregone as you can seeI don't know just whoto blame for this catastrophe!But my one wish on Christmas Eveis as plain as it can be!All I want for Christmasis my two front teeth,my two front teeth,see my two front teeth!Gee, if I could onlyhave my two front teeth,then I could with you"Merry Christmas."It seems so long since I could say,"Sister Susie sitting on a thistle!"Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be,if I could only whistle (thhhh)All I want for Christmasis my two front teeth,my two front teeth,see my two front teeth.Gee, if I could onlyhave my two front teeth,then I could wish you"Merry Christmas!"Blue ChristmasB.Hayes, J.Johnson (c) 1948I'll have a blue Christmas without you;I'll be so blue thinking about you.Decorations of redon a green Christmas treeWon't mean a thing ifyou're not here with me.I'll have a blue Christmas, that's certain;And when that blue heartache starts hurting,You'll be doing all rightwith your Christmas of white,But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas.Feliz NavidadFeliz NavidadFeliz NavidadFeliz NavidadProspero Ano y Felicidad.Feliz NavidadFeliz NavidadFeliz NavidadProspero Ano y Felicidad.I wanna wish you a Merry ChristmasI wanna wish you a Merry ChristmasI wanna wish you a Merry ChristmasFrom the bottom of my heart.Feliz NavidadFeliz NavidadFeliz NavidadProspero Ano y Felicidad.Feliz NavidadFeliz NavidadFeliz NavidadProspero Ano y Felicidad.I wanna wish you a Merry ChristmasI wanna wish you a Merry ChristmasI wanna wish you a Merry ChristmasFrom the bottom of my heart.Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmasfrom the film Meet Me In St. LouisHugh Martin, Ralph Blane 1943Have yourself a merry little Christmas,Let your heart be lightFrom now on,our troubles will be out of sightHave yourself a merry little Christmas,Make the Yule-tide gay,From now on,our troubles will be miles away.Here were are as in olden days,happy golden days of yore.Faithful friends who are dear to usgather near to us once more.Through the years we all will be togetherIf the Fates allowHang a shining star upon the highest bough.And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.Here Comes Santa ClausGene Autry, Oakley Haldeman (c) 1947Here comes Santa Claus!Here comes Santa Claus!Right down Santa Claus Lane!Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeerare pulling on the reins.Bells are ringing, children singing;All is merry and bright.Hang your stockings and say your prayers,'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight.Here comes Santa Claus!Here comes Santa Claus!Right down Santa Claus Lane!He's got a bag that is filled with toysfor the boys and girls again.Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle,What a beautiful sight.Jump in bed, cover up your head,'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight.Holly Jolly ChristmasJohnny Marks (c) 1972Have a holly, jolly Christmas;It's the best time of the yearI don't know if there'll be snow,but have a cup of cheer.Have a holly, jolly Christmas;And when you walk down the streetSay Hello to friends you knowand everyone you meet.Oh, ho, the mistletoehung where you can see;Somebody waits for you;Kiss her once for me.Have a holly jolly Christmas,and in case you didn't hear,Oh by golly, have a holly,jolly Christmas this year.I'll Be Home for ChristmasKim Gannon, Walter Kent (c) 1943I'll be home for Christmas;You can count on me.Please have snow and mistletoeAnd presents on the tree.Christmas Eve will find meWhere the love-light gleams.I'll be home for ChristmasIf only in my dreams.Jingle Bell RockBobby HelmsJingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rockJingle bells swing and jingle bells ringSnowing and blowing up bushels of funNow the jingle hop has begun.Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rockJingle bells chime in jingle bell timeDancing and prancing in Jingle Bell SquareIn the frosty air.What a bright time, it's the right timeTo rock the night awayJingle bell time is a swell timeTo go gliding in a one-horse sleighGiddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feetJingle around the clockMix and a-mingle in the jingling feetThat's the jingle bell,That's the jingle bell,That's the jingle bell rock.Let It Snow!Sammy Cahn, Jule Styne (c) 1945Oh, the weather outside is frightful,But the fire is so delightful,And since we've no place to go,Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.It doesn't show signs of stopping,And I brought some corn for popping;The lights are turned way down low,Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.When we finally say good night,How I'll hate going out in the storm;But if you really hold me tight,All the way home I'll be warm.The fire is slowly dying,And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,But as long as you love me so.Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.Rocking Around the Christmas TreeBrenda LeeRocking around the Christmas treeat the Christmas party hopMistletoe hung where you can seeevery couple tries to stopRocking around the Christmas tree,let the Christmas spirit ringLater we'll have some pumpkin pieand we'll do some caroling.You will get a sentimentalfeeling when you hearVoices singing let's be jolly,deck the halls with boughs of hollyRocking around the Christmas tree,have a happy holidayEveryone dancing merrilyin the new old-fashioned way.Sleigh RideMitchell Parish, Leroy Anderson 1948Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ingRing ting tingle-ing tooCome on, it's lovely weatherFor a sleigh ride together with youOutside the snow is fallingAnd friends are calling "You Hoo"Come on, it's lovely weatherFor a sleigh ride together with youGiddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap let's goLet's look at the snowWe're riding in a wonderland of snowGiddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap it's grandJust holding your handWe're gliding along with the songOf a wintry fairy landOur cheeks are nice and rosyAnd comfy cozy are weWe're snuggled up together like twoBirds of a feather would beLet's take the road before usAnd sing a chorus or twoCome on, it's lovely weatherFor a sleigh ride together with youThere's a birthday party at the home of Farmer GrayIt'll be the perfect ending of a perfect dayWe'll be singing the songs we love to sing without a single stopAt the fireplace while we watch the chestnuts popPop! Pop! Pop!There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buyWhen they pass around the coffee and the pumpkin pieIt'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and IvesThese wonderful things are the thingsWe remember all through our livesThe Wassail SongHere we come a-wassailingAmong the leaves so green,Here we come a wand'ring,So fair to be seen.ChorusLove and joy come to you,And to your wassail too,And God bless you and send you a happy new year,And God send you a happy new year.We are not daily beggarsWho beg from door to door,But we are neighbor's childrenWhom you have seen before.ChorusLove and joy come to you,And to your wassail too,And God bless you and send you a happy new year,And God send you a happy new year.We have a little purseMade of ratching leather skin;We want some of your small changeTo line it well within.ChorusLove and joy come to you,And to your wassail too,And God bless you and send you a happy new year,And God send you a happy new year.God bless the Master of this house,Likewise the Mistress too;And all the little childrenThat round the table go.ChorusLove and joy come to you,And to your wassail too,And God bless you and send you a happy new year,And God send you a happy new year.Winter WonderlandDick Smith, Felix Bernard 1934Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,in the lane, snow is glisteningA beautiful sight,we're happy tonight,walking in a winter wonderland.Gone away is the bluebird,here to stay is a new birdHe sings a love song,as we go along,walking in a winter wonderland.In the meadow we can build a snowman,Then pretend that he is Parson BrownHe'll say: Are you married?we'll say: No man,But you can do the jobwhen you're in town.Later on, we'll conspire,as we dream by the fireTo face unafraid,the plans that we've made,walking in a winter wonderland.In the meadow we can build a snowman,and pretend that he's a circus clownWe'll have lots of fun with mister snowman,until the other kiddies knock him down.When it snows, ain't it thrilling,Though your nose gets a chillingWe'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,walking in a winter wonderland.Walking in a winter wonderland,walking in a winter wonderland.Winter Wonderland (Or the un-traditional one for)Lacy things -- the wife is missin',Didn't ask -- her permission,I'm wearin' her clothes,Her silk pantyhose,Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.In the store -- there's a teddy,Little straps -- like spaghetti,It holds me so tight,Like handcuffs at night,Walkin' 'round in women's underwear.In the office there's a guy named Melvin, He pretends that I am Murphy Brown.He'll say, "Are you ready?" I'll say,"Whoa, Man!" "Let's wait until our wives are out of town!"Later on, if you wanna,We can dress -- like Madonna,Put on some eyeshade,And join the parade,Walkin' 'round in women's underwear!Lacy things... missin',Didn't ask... permission,Wearin' her clothes,Her silk pantyhose,Walkin' 'round in women's underwear,Walkin' 'round in women's underwear,Walkin' 'round in women's underwear!The Holly and the IvyThe holly and the ivy,When they are both full grown,Of all the trees that are in the wood,The holly bears the crown.O the rising of the sun,And the running of the deer,The playing of the merry organ,Sweet singing in the choir.The holly bears a blossomAs white as lily flower;And Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristTo be our sweet Savior.The holly bears a berryAs red as any blood;Any Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristTo do poor sinners good.The holly bears a prickleAs sharp as any thorn;And Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristOn Christmas day in the morn.The holly bears a barkAs bitter as any gall;And Mary bore sweet Jesus ChristFor to redeem us all.The holly and the ivy,When they are both full grown,Of all the trees that are in the wood,The holly bears the crown.Let There be Peace on EarthLet there be peace on earthand let it begin with meLet There Be Peace on EarthThe peace that was meant to beWith God as our FatherBrothers all are weLet me walk with my brotherIn perfect harmony.Let peace begin with meLet this be the moment now.With ev'ry step I takeLet this be my solemn vow;To take each moment and liveEach moment in peace eternallyLet there be peace on earthand let it begin with meWhile Shepherds Watch Their FlocksWhile Shepherds watch their flocks by nightAll seated on the groundThe angel of the Lord came downAnd glory shone arond"Fear not," said he for mighty dreadhad seized their troubled mind"Glad tidings of great joy I bringTo you and all man-kind""To you in David's town this dayIs born of David's lineThe Savior who is Christ the LordAnd this shall me the signThe heav'n'ly babe you there shall findTo human view displayedAll meanly wrapped in swathing bandsAnd in a manger laid"Thus spoke the seraph and forth-withAppeared a shiny throngOf angels praising God who thusAddressed their joyful song"All glory be to God on highAnd on the earth be peaceGoodwill hence-forth from heav'n to menBegin and never cease"I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)I heard the bells on Christmas dayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweet the words repeatOf peace on earth, good will to men.I thought how, as the day had come,The belfries of all ChristendomHad rolled along th' unbroken songOf peace on earth, good will to men.And in despair I bowed my head"There is no peace on earth," I said,"For hate is strong and mocks the songOf peace on earth, good will to men."Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;The wrong shall fail, the right prevailWith peace on earth, good will to men."Till ringing, singing on its wayThe world revolved from night to day,A voice, a chime, a chant sublimeOf peace on earth, good will to men.Nuttin' For ChristmasS. Tepper, R. Bennett (c) 1955I broke my bat on Johnny's head;Somebody snitched on me.I hid a frog in sister's bed;Somebody snitched on me.I spilled some ink on Mommy's rug;I made Tommy eat a bug;Bought some gum with a penny slug;Somebody snitched on me.Oh, I'm gettin' nuttin' for ChristmasMommy and Daddy are mad.I'm getting nuttin' for Christmas'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad.I put a tack on teacher's chairsomebody snitched on me.I tied a knot in Susie's hairsomebody snitched on me.I did a dance on Mommy's plantsclimbed a tree and tore my pantsFilled the sugar bowl with antssomebody snitched on me.So, I'm gettin' nuttin' for ChristmasMommy and Daddy are mad.I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad.I won't be seeing Santa Claus;Somebody snitched on me.He won't come visit me becauseSomebody snitched on me.Next year I'll be going straight;Next year I'll be good, just waitI'd start now, but it's too late;Somebody snitched on me.So you better be good whatever you do'Cause if you're bad, I'm warning you,You'll get nuttin' for Christmas.Pine Cones And Holly BerriesPine cones and Holly BerriesPopcorn for you, apples for meRed striped candy, nut cracker handyKettle a-bubbleing hot as can be.snow clouds hang low and threateningMaybe in won't, praying it maythe brightest fireplace glows in every faceWaiting for Christmas day.There'll be walk-a-round songs andtalk-a-round songsSongs of the inn and stable.There'll be morning time songs andevening time songsAnd grace at every table.And Jingle bells will jingle all the way all day.It's beginning to look a lot like ChristmasEverywhere you go;There's a tree in the Grand Hotel,One in the park as wellThe sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow.It's beginning to look a lot like Christmassoon the bells will startAnd the thing that will make them ringis the carol that you singRight within your heart.Sleep Well, Little ChildrenA.Bergman, L.Klatzkin (c) 1956Sleep well, little children,wherever you are;Tomorrow is Christmasbeneath every star.Soon the snowflakes will falland tomorrow you'll seeEvery wish, one and all,waiting under the tree.Sleep well, little children,pleasant dreams through the night;Tomorrow is Christmas,all merry and bright.Soon you'll hear the bells ring,time for dreams to come trueAs the world wakes to bringMerry Christmas to you.A Baby Just Like YouJohn Denver, J. Henry (c) 1975The season is upon us nowA time for gifts and givingAnd as the year draws to its closeI think about my livingThe Christmas time when I was young,The magic and the wonder,But colors dull and candles dim,And dark my standing underO little Zachary, shining lightYou've set my soul to dreamingYou've given back my joy in lifeAnd filled me with new meaningA Savior King was born that day,A baby just like you,And as the Magi came with gifts,I come with my gift tooThat peace on Earth fills up your time,That brotherhood surrounds you.That you may know the warmth of love,And wrap it all around youIt's just a wish, a dream I'm toldFrom days when I was youngMerry Christmas, little ZacharyMerry Christmas, everyoneMerry Christmas, little ZacharyMerry Christmas, everyoneChristmas DinnerPaul Stookey, 1963And it came to pass on a Christmas eveningWhile all the doors were shuttered tightOutside standing, lonely boy-childCold and shivering in the nightOn the street, every windowSave but one, was gleaming brightAnd to this window walked the boy-childPeeking in saw, candle lightThrough other windows he had looked at turkeysDucks and geese, cherry piesBut through this window saw a grey-haired ladyTable bare and tears in her eyesInto his coat reached the boy-childKnowing well there was little thereHe took from his pocket,his own Christmas dinnerA bit of cheese, some bread to shareHis outstretched handsheld the food and they trembledAs the door, it opened wideSaid he, Would you share with me Christmas dinnerGently said she, Come insideThe grey-haired lady brought forth to the tableGlasses two and her last drop of wineSaid she, Here's a toast to everyone's Christmasand especially, yours and mineAnd it came to pass on that Christmas eveningWhile all the doors were shuttered tightThat in that town, the happiest ChristmasWas shared by candle lightChristmas For CowboysS. Weisberg (c) 1975Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas dayDriving the cattle on the snow-covered plains.All of the good gifts given today;Ours is the sky and the wide open range.Back in the cities, they have different ways,Football and eggnog and Christmas parades.I'll take the blanket; I'll take the reins;Christmas for Cowboys and wide open plains.A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night;The stars overhead are the Christmas-tree lights.The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray;Christmas for Cowboys and the wide open plains.It's tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day,Driving the cattle on the snow-covered plains.So many gifts have been opened today;Ours is the sky and the wide open range.It's Christmas for Cowboys and wide open plains.Christmas In KillarneyThe holly green, the ivy greenThe prettiest picture you've ever seenIs Christmas in KillarneyWith all of the folks at homeIt's nice, you know, to kiss your beauWhile cuddling under the mistletoeAnd Santa Claus you know, of courseIs one of the boys from homeThe door is always openThe neighbors pay a callAnd Father John before he's goneWill bless the house and allHow grand it feels to click your heelsAnd join in the fun of the jigs and reelsI'm handing you no blarneyThe likes you've never knownIs Christmas in KillarneyWith all of the folks at homeIt's The Most Wonderful Time Of The YearEddie Pola, George Wyle 1963It's the most wonderful time of the year.With the kids jingle belling,and everyone telling you,"Be of good cheer,"It's the most wonderful time of the year.There'll be parties for hosting,marshmallows for toasting andcaroling out in the snow.there'll be scary ghost stories andtales of the glories of Christmaseslong, long ago.It's the most wonderful time of the year.There'll be much mistletoeingand hearts will be glowing,when loved ones are near.It's the most wonderful time of the year.THIS IS THAT TIME OF THE YEAR1967 ForTe Music, Inc. & Edwin H. Morris & Co., Inc.(Jack Jones and Chorus)This is that time of the year,A tinselly, glittery time;Long distance calls to uncle and aunt,On ev'ry corner you bump into Santa,'Cause this is that time of the year,A holly and jolly old time;Windows are dressed in ribbons of silk,And Junior drinks all of his milk!Poppa . . . keeps buying presentsAnd sneaks them into the closet;Momma . . . goes to the bankBut she holds out a dollar from ev'ry deposit;'Cause this is that time of the year,A silver bow, mistletoe time;Spirits are high, good will and good cheer,We're putting the tree up,The kids shouldn't be up,Saint Nick says, "Giddeyup!"To Dasher, Dancer, Blitzen, Prancer;This is that time of the year!This is that time of the year,A tinselly, glittery time;Dumpling and goose and pudding and pie,(Perfect excuse to go right off your diet!)'Cause this is that time of the year,A holly and jolly old time;Snow on your roof, your face and your shoes,And presents that you'll; never use!Grandma . . . feels twenty-two so,She dons her gayest apparel;He stands at the spinet and sings ev'ry carol;'Cause this is that time of the year,A silver bow, mistletoe time;Etc
Isaac Hollis & Sons were English gunmakers from c.1870-1900. They made some very fine guns, and you should have yours evaluated in person by someone familiar with English doubles.
Information on this weapon can be found at any reputable gun dealer. And any bookstore will have catalogs on old or new firearms.
You need the services of a professional appraiser
Isaac Hollis & Sons were noted British gunmakers from c.1860-1900. They made many top quality shotguns and rifles with many levels of ornamentation. This is one that should be individually hands-on appraised. firstname.lastname@example.org
Impossible to say without a lot more information. It could be worth anywhere from a couple of hundred dollars to several thousand depending on the type of gun (boxlock, sidelock) and condition. Go to www.doublegunshop.com and ask there. British shotguns are very collectable and Hollis is a respected maker.
Shot shells were traditionally made with a brass head, and a body made of paper (cardboard) In new shells, the carboard is replaced by plastic. Very early shotshells, and special use shotshells were ALL brass. These were expensive and rather scarce- the brasshead/ paper body was much more common.
The address of the Hollis Public Library is: No. 1 Hollis School Road, Hollis, 99950 0764
The address of the South Hollis is: 204-01 Hollis Avenue, South Hollis, 11412 1899
The address of the Hollis is: 202-05 Hillside Avenue, Hollis, 11423 2297
Alton Hollis and Patrick Hollis are brothers .
The address of the Hollis Social Library is: 2 Monument Square, Hollis, 03049 0659
The phone number of the Hollis is: 718-465-7355.