Angels we have heard on high
When we were drinking on the sly.
Wassails You, Buddy?
Wassail, wassail all over the town!
Thank God for the snow when we’re falling down!
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Said to her, “Baby, come on! Let’s go!”
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth –
I broke them chewing on a wreath.
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
Frosty could hardly touch his toes.
All is calm, all is bright,
This season everything is trite.
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