It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
(Christmas)
Toys in every store
But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own front door
A pair of Hop along boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again
(It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas)
(Everywhere you go)
There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well
The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow
(It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas)
Soon the bells will start
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the carol that you sing right within your heart
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in every store
But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own front door
Sure it's Christmas once more
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