Frosty the snowman grumbles;
“A silent night, which is anything but quiet,”
while melting he mumbles.
Rap-a-pam-pam the twelve drummers go
As the nine ladies dance;
through decked halls of holly and bow.
As Santa Claus lands into town,
one red beacon shining bright
guiding his sleigh safely down.
“Hark!” The Herald Angels sing
To Holly and Ivy who argue a lot,
They cannot decide whether they want
the weather to snow or not.