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Mister Christmas

by Notehead

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They call me Mister Christmas I'm the most Christmassy guy you'll ever know They call me Mister Christmas Decked out from mistlehead to mistletoe Gathered round the tree There's my family And everyone looks happy and gay But hither just beyond Where the light has shone There's someone who's sitting all alone They call me Mister Christmas But I'm not quite as jolly as Old Saint Nick What befalls me - a winter sickness I am crawling with humbugs and reindeer ticks Gathered round the hearth They are gabbing with mirth To celebrate the newborn Christ king birth But someone is not there I've gone up the stairs To sing alone A gentle kind of song Playing along On an old Casio They open the door And see me on the floor I'm playing a wistful Christmas tune We're playing a wistful Christmas tune They tell me I look like Krampus when I'm in a black mood this time of year So, I'll have a brandy Swiss Miss to nurse me back to health and goodly cheer So call me Mister Christmas I'm the most Christmassy guy you'll ever know Yes, please call me Mister Christmas Decked out from mistlehead to mistletoe
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In a land of snow and twinkling lights, Where joy and wonder fill the winter nights, There's a magic place hidden from view, A secret Workshop, where dreams come true. Santa's Workshop, what a festive sight Elves are busy working through the night Toys and gifts for every girl and boy, In Santa's Workshop, a season of joy. Hammers tapping, little saws in tune, Elves crafting beneath the silvery moon. Santa checks his list not once but twice, As the air fills up wi th hot pumpkin spice. Santa's Workshop, what a festive sight Elves are busy working through the night Toys and gifts for every girl and boy, In Santa's Workshop, a season of joy.
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Silent Night 02:51
Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round 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 light Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace Jesus Lord, at Thy birth Jesus Lord, at Thy birth
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When the merry spring time weaves Its peeping bloom and dewy leaves; When the primrose opens its eye, And the young moth flutters by; When the plaintive turtle dove Pours out its quiet notes of peace and love; And the clear sun flings its glory bright and wide— Yet, my soul will own More joy in winter's frown, And wake with a warmer flush at Christmas tide. When the summer beams may shine On the rich and curling vine, And the noon-tide rays light up The tulip's dazzling cup: But the pearly little misletoe And the holly-berries' soft winter glow Are not even by the boasted rose outvied; For the happy hearts beneath The green and coral wreath Love the garlands that are twined at Christmas tide. But while joy's echo falls In gay and plenteous halls, Let the poor and lowly share The warmth, the sports, the fare; Let the autumn days produce Yellow corn and purple juice, And Nature's feast be spread In the fruitage ripe and red; ’Tis grateful to always behold Gushing grapes and wavy fields of gold, When cheeks are brown'd and red lips deeper dyed: But give, oh! give to me The winter night of glee, The mirth and plenty seen at Christmas tide. The song, the laugh, the shout, Shall mock the storm without; And sparkling wine-foam rise ’Neath still more sparkling eyes; The northern gust may howl, The rolling storm-cloud scowl, King Frost may make a slave Of the river's rapid wave, The snow-drift choketh the path, Or the hail-shower spendeth its wrath; But the sternest blast right bravely is defied, While limbs and spirits bound To the merry minstrel sound, And social wood-fires blaze at Christmas tide.
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Crooner Christmas classics in the Crosbian style. God bless us everyone, and as George Michael used to say, "Happy Christmas!"

"Silent Night" by the choirmaster Franz Xaver Gruber (1787 – 1863)
"Christmas Tide" lyrics by the poetess Eliza Cook (1818 – 1889)

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released December 22, 2023

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