Chris Phillips

I love the winter weather
Because the two of us can get together
There's nothing sweeter, finer
When it's nice and cold I can hold
Baby closer, to me
Collecting all the kisses that are due me
I love the winter weather
Because I've got my love to keep me warm
I love the winter weather
Because the two of us can get together
There's nothing sweeter, finer
When it's nice and cold I can hold
Baby closer, to me
Collecting little kisses that are due me
I love the winter weather
Because I've got my love to keep me warm
So warm

Well, I've got a friend
Who lives across town
Every year when Christmas rolls around
He gives me my Christmas presents in a paper sack
Two hours later he wants it back
He's an Indian Giver!
I ran to my momma I was hollerin' and crying
She sent me to my poppa and I ain't lying
He gave me some advice,
It sounded all right
But you know that he took it back later that night
He's an Indian Giver!
Gonna write Santy Claus a valentine
Please Santy Claus won't you be mine?
When you bring around the presents in a 'leven foot sack
Please Mr. Santy don't take 'em back!
Don't be no Indian Giver!
Jim: Santa, is it really you?
Santa: Why, yes
Jim: I've been waiting for you all night, and look at all these presents! Are they for me, Santa?
Santa: HO HO hooold on a minute now boy. I done check my list twice and you don't get no presents
Jim: What list? Don't tell me you're takin' them back!
Santa: How 'bout this nice lump of coal?
Jim: Don't tell me you're an indian giver!
Jim: (cries)
Santa: HO HO HO
Jim: Not Santa

But someone's got to go
It's Christmas Eve, people
But someone's got to go
I never thought he'd have the nerve
But that just shows you what I know
He had a sweet and lonely voice
How I wish that he had stayed
He had a sweet and lonely voice
How I wish that he had stayed
But the dealer dealt the cards
And the ace has done been played
He used to talk about forever
Forever and a day
But when you get down to it
Things just don't work out that way
Merry Christmas Johnny
Though you're leaving now
The anticipation's better
Than the real thing anyhow

Summer smiles but passes on
Autumn sings her lonely song
The robin waits for Spring
But what will waiting bring
Winter spreads her blanket down
White and flawless on the ground
The flowers can't be seen
But you're my evergreen
Cold north wind has come around
Fragile ones stay underground
But there is one who thrives
Despite the chilling sky
The one I love is constant, though
Seasons come and seasons go
She will abide with me
My darling evergreen
The one I love is constant, though
Seasons come and seasons go
She will abide with me
My darling evergreen

The leaves on the trees are falling
Blossoms, once blooming
Have withered and died
The season is turning to Christmas
I'm longing to be by my dear mother's side
So...
I'm coming home for Cristmas
To be with my family
And loved ones so dear
I'm coming home for Christmas
Coming home for Christmas this year
As I read the letter she wrote me
Just a Mother at home alone Christmas Eve
Who's longing for Christmas to come back
For presents underneath the tree
So...
I'm coming home for Cristmas
To be with my family
And loved ones so dear
I'm coming home for Christmas
Coming home for Christmas this year
I'm coming home for Cristmas
To be with my family
And loved ones so dear
I'm coming home for Christmas
Coming home for Christmas this year
Coming home for Christmas this year

Whats that up on the roof?
The snow is falling down
Up in some northern town
But a Carolina Christmas
Is still the best around
Wrap up your teddy bear
Hang your stockings up with care
It's a Carolina Christmas
We're chillin' in our underwear
Well Old St. Nick's got a bag of tricks
And he's comin' 'round after 'while
This must be his favorite haunt
'Cause we always do it up in style
Grandma's got the fiddle
And Grandpa's got the bass
When it's Christmas in Carolina
It's Christmas all over the place
Grandma's got the fiddle
And Grandpa's got the bass
When it's Christmas in Carolina
It's Christmas all over the place
Yes boy, get that stocking out of yer mouth

Jim:My heart is sad, my soul is weary
Though Christmas day is fast appear
I have no silver I have no gold
To buy my wife a gift this year
To see her sad on Christmas morning
Is a thing I cannot bear
I'll pawn the watch my father gave me
To buy a come for her hair
Katharine:
Oh Mother, Mother what shall I do?
Though Christmas day is fast appear
I have no silver I have no gold
To buy my love a gift this year
For I am poor and I'm a beggar
Not a cent have I, no dime I claim
I'll trade the golden hair that is our pleasure
Buy for your watch a golden chain
Jim:
Darling, darling today is Christmas
What has become of your golden hair
For I've traded our only treasure
These silver combs for you to wear
Katharine:
Darling, darling we've lost our treasure
My gift to you is a golden chain
Though we've pawned away our only pleasures
These gifts we give are not in vain
All:
The wise men came on Christmas morning
Their gifts of love they came to bear
From that day on always remembered
Our own true love forever share