The Christmas Song
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping on your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is going to spy 
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although its been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you

O Christmas Tree
Text: August Zarnack, 1820; Ernst Anschütz, 1824
Music; "Es Lebe Noch" from a collection "Melodien zum Mildheimischen Liederbuch", 1799

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
How are thy leaves so verdant!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!

Not only in the summertime,
But even in winter is thy prime.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!

For every year the Christmas tree,
Brings to us all both joy and glee.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!

Each bough doth hold its tiny light,
That makes each toy to sparkle bright.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!

O Come, All Ye Faithful
Tune: Adeste Fideles, English, 1751

O come, all ye faithful, 
Joyful and triumphant, 
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; 
Come and behold him, 
Born the King of angels; 
O come, let us adore him, 
O come, let us adore him, 
O Come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. 

God of God, 
Light of Light, 
Lo! he abhors not the Virgin's womb: 
Very God, 
Begotten, not created; Refrain 

Sing, choirs of angels, 
Sing in exultation, 
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above; 
Glory to God 
In the highest; Refrain 

See how the shepherds, 
Summoned to his cradle, 
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze; 
We too will thither 
Bend our joyful footsteps; Refrain 

Child, for us sinners 
Poor and in the manger, 
We would embrace thee, with love and awe; 
Who would not live thee, 
Loving us so dearly? Refrain 

Yea, Lord, we greet thee, 
Born this happy morning; 
Jesus, to thee be glory given; 
Word of the Father, 
Now in flesh appearing; Refrain