I’m wishing on a star
And trying to believe
That even though it’s far
He’ll find me Christmas Eve
I guess that Santa’s busy
Cause he’s [bad word] around
I think of him
When [bad word] to town

The best time of the year
When [bad word] home
With all this Christmas cheer
It’s hard to be alone
Putting up the Christmas tree
With friends [bad word] around
It’s so much fun
When [bad word] to town

Presents for the children
Wrapped in red and green
All the things I’ve heard about
But never really seen
No one will be sleeping on the night of Christmas Eve
Hoping Santa’s on his way

Presents for the children
Wrapped in red and green
All the things I’ve heard about
But never really seen
No one will be sleeping on the night of Christmas Eve
Hoping Santa’s on his way

When Santa’s sleigh bells ring
I listen all around
The herald angels sing
I never hear a sound
And all the dreams of children
Once lost will all be found
That’s all I want when [bad word] to town