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Chansons De Noël

(Lyrics by Harry Connick, Jr.) I think I saw ol' Santa through my window Christmas eve My eyes were really droopy but I really do believe It must've

(John Denver, J. Henry, 1975) The season is upon us now A time for gifts and giving And as the year draws to its close I think about my living The Christmas

shining so your nose won't freeze. The world is your snowball, see how it grows, That's how it goes, whenever it snows, The world is your snowball just for a song

(Clement C. Moore) Down 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

A great and mighty wonder Our Christmas festal brings: On earth a lowly infant, Behold the King of kings! The Word is made incarnate, Descending from

All my heart this night rejoices, As I hear, far and near, sweetest angel voices; "Christ is born," their choirs are singing, Till the air, everywhere

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

How I miss that Old Fashioned Christmas! Carols being sung by the tree, Window's candlelight shining bright for the whole world to see Children's eyes

Christ by name, And earth, sky and air straight are filled with his fame. Then shepherds, be joyful; salute your new King, Let hills and vales ring to the song