• Cristmas oh Cristmas,
    How it brings joy to my heart,
    Like death do we part.
    Stockings hang as red and green thread,
    Just like the blanket on my bed.
    I as lay sound asleep,
    Santa`s in my mind ready to leap.
    As I hear jingle bells in the distance,
    I fall asleep in an instance.
    Though I know Santa is not real,
    Cristmas still gives me a thrill.
    The next day I open my gifts,
    I feel something stiff.
    I open a case,
    Which has a lace,
    A guitar lays perfect in place.
    Cristmas oh Cristmas,
    How it just brought joy to my heart,
    Like death do we part.