Everybody’s in a hurry, in a flurry Shopping till their dropping in the snow Kids are crying, dogs are barking Catching up with folks we barely know
Sure it’s madness, but it’s magic As soon as you hang up the mistletoe Cause you’re the reason for the season No, we don’t need to keep up with the Jones Our love is something priceless
I don’t need diamonds, no sparkly thangs (no oh oh oh oh) Cause you can’t buy this-a-feeling (no oh oh oh oh) Nothing lights my fire, or wraps me up, baby, like you do Just want a cozy, a cozy little Christmas here with you So Mr. Santa (Mr. Santa) Take the day off (Take the day off) Get a massage (Get a massage) Cause we got this one all under control A little whiskey (A little whiskey) We’re getting frisky (Ohh!) N slow dancing to Nat King Cole