And we're all on our way to another bloomin' Christmas

I carve the turkey and watch Eastenders

Buddy the Elf! What's your favourite colour?

It's a world of dread and fear

Hang a shining star from the highest bough

Sir Percival lets me use his piano when he's not around

There were Norfolk Biffins, squab and swarthy, setting off the yellow of the oranges and lemons

When he starts to boogie, the whole town rocks

Attaboy, Clarence!

He's gonna find out who's naughty or nice

You'll be doing alright, with your Christmas of white

Children playing, having fun

Later we'll have some pumpkin pie and we'll do some caroling

I look around and the only things I see are loneliness and emptiness and an unlit Christmas tree

I take look at the driver next to me

Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!

We'll frolic and play the Eskimo way

Du grünst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit, nein auch im Winter, wenn es schneit