Christmas Child

Winter's eve is creepin' in on December first, on a cold wind,
 and on the pantry door hangs a calendar
 counting down the days with their little doors
 and I am just a Christmas Child,
 I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home
 Winter's eve, December 4. The tree is up and the lights adorn.
 I push the cloves into a tangerine,
 fetch the holly from a neighbor's tree
 and I am just a Christmas Child,
 I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home
 and I will lie lie lie awake,
 I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
 Three weeks til Christmas Day.
 Winter's eve is nearer still, the house she creaks and the wind chills.
 Howlin' wind but I remain safely by the lighted pane.
 The frost, right upon the glass,
 you see the treeline fade into the dark of night right on time.
 and I will lie lie lie awake,
 I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
 I will lie lie lie awake,
 lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
 Two weeks til Christmas Day.
 and I will lie lie lie awake,
 I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
 I will lie lie lie awake,
 lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
 I will lie lie lie awake,
 lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
 One week til Christmas Day.
 One week til Christmas Day.
 One week til Christmas Day.