Our Own Christmas Song

Pull the night up over my arms

You trim the tree, I'll put up the star

I'll wear that sweater that's down to my knees

And you will kiss the freckles on both of my cheeks

And we will sing

Our own Christmas song

Ooooo

I'll push the hair back from your eye

So when you wake there'll be snow in the sky

You sing so softly that only we hear

About the love you promised for all of our years

And we will sing our own Christmas song

Ooooo

You pull the night up over my arms

You trim the tree I'll put up the star

I'll wear that sweater that's down to my knees

And you will kiss the freckles on both of my cheeks

And we will sing

Our own Christmas song

Ooooo