Overture (An Old Fashioned Christmas)

Happy holidays

Happy holidays

While the merry bells keep ringing

May your every wish come true

Happy holidays, happy holiday, happy holiday

Happy holidays, happy holiday, happy holiday

May the calendar keep ringing

Happy holiday to you

The first noel the angels did say

Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay

In fields where they lay keeping their sheep

On a cold winter's night that was so deep

Noel, noel, noel, noel

Born is the King of Israel

Little Jesus sweetly sleep

Do not stir, we will lend our coat of fur

We will rock you, rock you, rock you

We will rock you, rock you, rock you

See the fur to keep you warm

Slightly rock your tiny form

O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep, the silent stars go by

Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the ever lasting light

The hopes and fears of all my years are met in thee tonight

Angels we have heard on high

Sweetly singing o'er the plains

And the mountains in reply

Echoing their joyous phrase

Gloria

In excelsis Deo

Gloria

In excelsis Deo