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