| Lyrics | |
| We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown | |
| One foggy Christmas eve | |
| I'm not a child but my heart still can dream | |
| I've brought some corn for popping | |
| My world is changing, I'm rearranging | |
| Believe in what your heart is saying, hear the melody that's playing | |
| My mother will start to worry, my father will pace the floor | |
| When mama meets Jesus tonight | |
| Prospero ano y felicidad | |
| Yuletide carols being sung by a choir, and folks dressed like eskimos | |
| | Lyrics | |
| Oh how they pound, raising the sound, o'er hill and dale, telling their tale | |
| The stars in the night looked down where he lay | |
| Don we now our gay apparel fa la la... | |
| Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies | |
| Thy leaves are so unchanging | |
| Cold winters night that was so deep | |
| O star of wonder star of night; star with royal beauty bright | |
| From now on our troubles will be out of sight | |
| And soon Miss Fanny Bright was seated by my side | |
| To lay before the King pa ru pu pu pum | |
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