1      DECK THE HALL                              
                                                  
Deck the hall with boughs of holly,               
Fa la la la la, la la la la.  Tis                 
the season to be jolly, Fa la la la               
la, la la la la.  Don we now our                  
gay apparel, Fa la la la la, la la                
la la.  Troll the ancient Yule tide               
carol, Fa la la la la, la la la la.               
                                                  
See the blazing Yule before us, Fa                
la la la la, la la la la.  Strike                 
the harp and join the chorus Fa la                
la la la, la la la la.  Follow me                 
in merry measure, Fa la la la la,                 
la la la la.  While I tell of Yule                
tide treasure, Fa la la la la, la                 
la la la.                                         
                                                  
Fast away the old year passes, Fa                 
la la la la, la la la la.  Hail the               
new, ye lads and lasses, Fa la la                 
la la, la la la la.  Sing we joyous               
all to-gether, Fa la la la la, la                 
la la la.  Heedless of the wind and               
weather, Fa la la la la, la la la                 
la.                                               
                                                  
2     LITTLE DRUMMER BOY                          
                                                  
Come they told me, Pa rum pum pum                 
pum, A new born king to see, Pa rum               
pum pum pum, Our finest gifts we                  
bring, Pa rum pum pum pum, To lay                 
before the King, Pa rum pum pum                   
pum, Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum                 
  pum,                                            
So to honor Him,                                  
Pa rum pum pum pum,                               
When we come.                                     
                                                  
Baby Jesu, pa rum pum pum pum,                    
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum                   
  pum pum,                                        
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum               
  pum pum,                                        
That's fit to give our King, pa rum               
  pum pum pum,                                    
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,                 
Shall I play for you? pa rum pum                  
  pum pum,                                        
On my drum.                                       
                                                  
Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum,                  
The Ox and Lamb kept time, pa rum                 
  pum pum pum,                                    
I played my drum for Him, pa rum                  
  pum pum pum,                                    
I played my best for Him, pa rum                  
  pum pum pum,                                    
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,                 
Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum                  
  pum pum, Me and my drum.                        
                                                  
3     O HOLY NIGHT                                
                                                  
O holy night!                                     
The stars are brightly shining,                   
It is the night of the dear                       
  Saviour's birth!                                
Long lay the world in sin and error               
  pining                                          
Till He appear'd and the soul felt                
  its worth.                                      
A thrill of hope the weary world                  
  rejoices,                                       
For yonder breaks a new and                       
  glorious morn!                                  
                                                   
CHORUS: Fall on your knees!                       
O hear the angel voices!                          
O night divine!                                   
O night when Christ was born!                     
O night divine!                                   
O night, O night divine!                          
                                                  
Led by the light                                  
Of Faith serenely beaming.                        
With glowing hearts by His cradle                 
  we stand,                                       
So led by light of a star sweetly                 
  gleaming.                                       
Here came the wise men from Orient                
  land.                                           
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly               
  manger,                                         
In all our trials born to be our                  
  friend!                                         
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Truly He taught us                                
To love one another,                              
His law is love and His gospel is                 
  peace.                                          
Chains shall He break for the slave               
  is our brother,                                 
And in His name all oppression                    
  shall cease.                                    
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful                    
  praise we raise,                                
Let all within us praise His holy                 
name!                                             
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
4     SILENT NIGHT                                
                                                  
Silent night! Holy night!                         
All is calm, all is bright,                       
Round yon virgin, Mother and Child,               
Holy Infant so tender and mild,                   
Sleep in heavenly peace,                          
Sleep in heavenly peace.                          
                                                  
Silent night! Holy night!                         
Shepherds quake at the sight;                     
Glories stream from heaven afar,                  
Heavenly hosts sing Hallelujah,                   
Christ, the Saviour, is born,                     
Christ, the Saviour, is born.                     
                                                  
Silent night! Holy night!                         
Son of God love's pure light;                     
Radiant beams from Thy Holy face,                 
With the dawn of redeeming grace,                 
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth,                        
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.                        
                                                  

5     AWAY IN A MANGER                            
                                                  
Away in a manger, no crib for a                   
  bed,                                            
The little Lord Jesus laid down His               
  sweet head.                                     
The stars in the bright sky looked                
  down where He lay                               
The little Lord Jesus Asleep on                   
  the hay.                                        
                                                  
The cattle are lowing, the Baby                   
  awakes,                                         
But little Lord Jesus no crying He                
  makes.                                          
I love Thee, Lord Jesus; look down                
  from the sky,                                   
And stay by my cradle, 'til morning               
  is nigh.                                        
                                                  
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee                
  to stay                                         
Close by me for ever.                             
And love me, I pray.                              
Bless all the dear children In Thy                
tender care,                                      
And fit us for heaven to live with                
  Thee there.                                     
 
6     O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM                  
                                                  
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 everlasting light;                            
The hopes and fears of all the                    
  years                                           
Are met in thee tonight.                          
                                                  
For Christ is born of Mary;                       
And, gathered all above,                          
While mortals, sleep, the angels                  
  keep                                            
Their watch of wandering love.                    
O morning stars, together                         
proclaim the holy birth,                          
And Praises sing to God the                       
  King,                                           
And Peace to men on earth.                        
                                                  
O Holy Child of Bethlehem,                        
Descend to us, we pray;                           
Cast out our sin, and enter in;                   
Be born in us today.                              
We hear the Christmas angels                      
The Great glad tidings tell,                      
O come to us, abide with us,                      
Our Lord Emmanuel.                                
                                                  
7     WHAT CHILD IS THIS?                         
                                                  
What Child is this,                               
Who laid to rest on Mary's lap is                 
  sleeping?                                       
Whom angels greet with anthems                    
  sweet,                                          
While shepherds watch are keeping?                
                                                  
CHORUS: This, this is Christ the                  
  King;                                           
Whom shepherds guard and angels                   
  sing:                                           
Haste, Haste to bring Him laud,                   
The Babe, the son of Mary!                        
                                                  
Why lies He in such mean estate                   
Where ox and ass are feeding?                     
Good Christian, fear; for sinners                 
  here                                            
The silent Word is pleading.                      
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
So bring Him incense, gold and                    
  myrrh,                                          
Come, peasant, King to own Him;                   
The King of Kings salvation brings,               
Let loving hearts enthrone Him:                   
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Raise, raise, the song on high,                   
The Virgin sings her lullaby:                     
Joy, joy, for Christ is born,                     
The Babe, the Son of Mary!                        
                                                  
                                                  
8     WE THREE KINGS                              
                                                  
We three Kings of Orient are,                     
Bearing gifts we traverse afar.                   
Field and fountain,                               
Moor and mountain,                                
Following yonder star.                            
                                                  
CHORUS: O star of wonder,                         
Star of might,                                    
Star with royal beauty bright;                    
Westward leading,                                 
Still proceeding,                                 
Guide us to thy perfect light.                    
                                                  
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain,                 
Gold I bring to crown Him again.                  
King for ever,                                    
Ceasing never,                                    
Over us all to reign.                             
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Frankincense to offer have I.                     
Incense owns a Diety nigh.                        
Prayer and praising,                              
All men raising,                                  
Worship Him,                                      
God most high.                                    
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume                
Breathes a life of gathering gloom:               
Sorrowing, sighing,                               
Bleeding, dying.                                  
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.                    
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Glorious now behold Him arise;                    
King, and God, and sacrifice!                     
Alleluia! Alleluia!                               
Heaven to Earth replies.                          
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                    
9     HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING                
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
Hark! The herald angels sing,                     
"Glory to the new-born King,                      
Peace on earth and mercy mild,                    
God and sinners reconciled!"                      
                                                  
Joyful, all ye nations, rise                      
Join the triumph of the skies                     
With angelic host proclaim,                       
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."                    
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Christ, by highest heaven adored,                 
Christ, the everlasting Lord.                     
Late in time behold Him come,                     
Offspring of a virgin's womb.                     
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;                  
Hail, the incarnate Diety;                        
Pleased as Man with man to dwell,                 
Jesus, our Emmanuel!                              
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Hail, the heaven-born Prince of                   
  Peace.                                          
Hail, the son of Righteousness!                   
Light and life to all He brings,                  
Risen with healing in His wings.                  
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Mild He lays His glory by,                        
Born that man no more may die,                    
Born to raise the sons of earth,                  
Born to give them second birth.                   
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
10     THE FIRST NOEL                             
                                                  
The first Noel the angel 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.                                        
                                                  
CHORUS: Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,                   
Born is the King of Israel.                       
                                                   
They looked up and saw a star                     
Shining in the east, beyond them                  
  far.                                            
And to the earth it gave great                    
  light,                                          
And so it continued both day and                  
  night.                                          
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
And by the light of that same star                
Three wise men came from country                  
  far;                                            
To seek for a King was their                      
  intent,                                         
And to follow the star where'ere                  
  it went.                                        
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Then let us all with one accord                   
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord,                
That hath made heaven and earth                   
  nought,                                         
And with His Blood mankind hath                   
  bought.                                         
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
11  O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL                       
                                                  
O come, all ye faithful,                          
Joyful and triumphant,                            
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem;                
Come and behold Him,                              
Born the King of angels.                          
                                                  
CHORUS: O come, let us adore Him,                 
O come, let us adore Him,                         
O come, let us adore Him,                         
Christ the Lord.                                  
                                                  
Sing, choirs of angels,                           
Sing in exultation,                               
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven                   
  above;                                          
Glory to God in the highest.                      
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Yea, Lord, we greet thee,                         
Born this happy morning,                          
Jesus, to Thee be glory given!                    
Word of the Father,                               
Now in flesh appearing.                           
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
12       RUDOLPH,                                 
   THE RED-NOSED REINDEER                         
                                                  
You know Dasher, and Dancer, and                  
Prancer and Vixen. Comet, and Cupid,              
and Donner and Blitzen. But do you                
recall the most famous reindeer of                
all ...                                           
                                                  
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,                   
Had a very shiny nose,                            
And if you ever saw it,                           
You would even say it glows!                      
                                                  
All of the other reindeer                         
Used to laugh and call him names;                 
They never let poor Rudolph                       
Join in any reindeer games.                       
                                                  
Then one foggy Christmas eve,                     
Santa came to say:                                
Rudolph, with your nose so bright,                
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?                
                                                  
Then how the reindeer loved him,                  
As they shouted out with glee.                    
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,                   
You'll go down in history!                        
                                                  
13     JINGLE BELLS                               
                                                  
Dashing through the snow                          
In a one-horse open sleigh,                       
O'er the fields we go,                            
Laughing all the way;                             
Bells on Bob-tail ring,                           
Making spirits bright,                            
What fun it is to ride and                        
  sing                                            
A sleighing song tonight!                         
                                                  
CHORUS: Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!               
Jingle all the way!                               
Oh! What fun it is to ride                        
In a one-horse open sleigh!                       
Oh!  Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!                  
Jingle all the way!                               
Oh!  What fun it is to ride In a                  
  one-horse open sleigh!                          
                                                  
A day or two ago,                                 
I thought I'd take a ride                         
And soon Miss Fanny Bright                        
Was seated by my side;                            
The horse was lean and lank;                      
Misfortune seemed his lot;                        
He got into a drifted bank,                       
And we, we got upsot.                             
                                                  
CHORUS                                            

A day or two ago,                                 
This story I must tell                            
I went out on the snow                            
And on my back I fell;                            
A gent was riding by                              
In a one-horse open sleigh,                       
He laughed as there I sprawling                   
  lie,                                            
But quickly drove away.                           
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Now the ground is white                           
Go it while you're young,                         
Take ae girl tonight                              
And sing this sleighing song;                     
Just get a bobtailed bay                          
Two-forty as his speed                            
Hitch him to an open sleigh                       
And crack!                                        
You'll take the lead.                             
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
                                                  
14   WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS                
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
We wish you a Merry Christmas,                    
We wish you a Merry Christmas,                    
We wish you a Merry Christmas                     
And a Happy New Year!                             
                                                  
Good tidings to you                               
Wherever you are;                                 
Good tidings for Christmas                        
And a Happy New Year!                             
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Glad tidings we bring                             
To you and your kin;                              
Glad tidings for Christmas                        
And a Happy New Year!                             
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
Please bring us some figgy pudding,               
Please bring us some figgy pudding,               
Please bring us some figgy pudding,               
Please bring it right here!                       
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
We won't go until we get some,                    
We won't go until we get some,                    
We won't go until we get some,                    
So bring it right here!                           
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
15     JOY TO THE WORLD                           
                                                  
Joy to the world!                                 
The Lord is come!                                 
Let earth receive her King;                       
Let every heart prepare Him room,                 
And heav'n and nature sing,                       
And heav'n and nature sing,                       
And heav'n and heav'n and nature                  
  sing.                                           
                                                  
Joy to the earth!                                 
The Savior reigns!                                
Let men their songs employ;                       
While fields and floods,                          
Rocks hills and plains,                           
Repeat the sounding joy;                          
Repeat the sounding joy;                          
Repeat, repeat the sounding                       
  joy.                                            
                                                  
He rules the world with truth and                 
  grace,                                          
And makes the nations prove                       
The glories of His righteousness,                 
And wonders of His love,                          
And wonders of His love,                          
And wonders, wonders of His love.                 
                                                  
16  IT CAME UPON THE MIDNIGHT CLEAR               
                                                  
It came upon the midnight clear,                  
That glorious song of old,                        
From angels bending near the earth                
To touch their harps of gold:                     
"Peace on the earth, good-will to                 
  men                                             
From heaven's all-gracious King!"                 
The world in solemn stillness lay                 
To hear the angels sing.                          
                                                  
But with the woes of sin and strife               
The world has suffered long;                      
Beneath the angel strain have                     
  rolled Two thousand years of wrong;             
And man, at war with man, hears not               
The love song which they bring;                   
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,               
And hear the angels sing.                         
                                                  
And ye, beneath life's crushing                   
  load                                            
Whose forms are bending low,                      
Who toil along the climbing way,                  
With painful steps and slow,                      
Look now! For glad and golden hours               
Come swiftly on the wing;                         
O rest beside the weary road,                     
And hear the angels sing.                         
                                                  
17  GOD REST YE MERRY GENTLEMEN                   
                                                  
God rest ye merry, gentlemen,                     
Let nothing you dismay,                           
Remember, Christ our Saviour                      
Was born on Christmas day;                        
To save us all from Satan's pow'r,                
When we were gone astray.                         
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
O tidings of comfort and joy,                     
Comfort and joy,                                  
O tidings of comfort and joy.                     
                                                  
From God our heavenly Father,                     
A blessed angel came,                             
And unto certain shepherds                        
Brought tidings of the same;                      
How that in Bethlehem was born,                   
The son of God by name.                           
                                                  
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
18    ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD ON HIGH                
                                                  
Angels we have heard on high,                     
Sweetly singing o'er the plains.                  
And the mountains in reply,                       
Echoing their joyous strains.                     
                                                  
CHORUS:                                           
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oria                
  in excelsis Deo,                                
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oria                
  in excelsis Deo.                                
                                                  
Come to Bethlehem, and see,                       
Him whose birth the angels sing,                  
Come, adore on bended knee,                       
Christ the Lord, the new-born King.               
CHORUS                                            
                                                  
19     WINTER WONDERLAND                          
                                                  
Sleigh bells ring, are you                        
  list'nin'?                                      
In the lane, snow is glist'nin',                  
A beautiful sight, we're happy                    
  tonight,                                        
Walkin' in a winter wonderland.                   
                                                  
In the meadow we can build a                      
  snowman,                                        
Then pretend that he is Parson                    
  Brown,                                          
He'll say, "Are you married?"                     
We'll say, "No man!                               
But you can do the job when you're                
  in town!"                                       
                                                  
Later on, we'll conspire,                         
As we dream by the fire,                          
To face unafraid, the plans that we               
  made                                            
Walkin' in a winter wonderland.                   
                                                  
In the meadow we can build a                      
  snowman,                                        
And pretend that he's a circus                    
  clown,                                          
We'll have lots of fun with Mister                
  Snowman,                                        
Until the other kiddies knock 'im                 
  down!                                           
                                                  
When it snows, ain't it thrillin'?                
Tho' your nose gets a chillin'.                   
We'll frolic and play the Eskimo                  
  way,                                            
Walkin' in a winter wonderland.                   
                                                  
                                                  
20    WHITE CHRISTMAS                             
                                                  
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,                
Just like the one I used to know,                 
Where the tree-tops glisten                       
And children listen                               
To hear sleigh bells in the snow;                 
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,                
With every Christmas card I write.                
May your days be merry and bright,                
And may all your Christmases be                   
  white.                                          
                                                  
21     I SAW THREE SHIPS                          
                                                  
I saw three ships come sailing in,                
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.               
I saw three ships come sailing in,                
On Christmas Day in the morning.                  
                                                  
And what was in those ships all                   
three?                                            
On Christmas Day ... etc.                         
                                                  
Pray, whither sailed those ships                  
all three?                                        
On Christmas Day ... etc.                         
                                                  
O they sailed into Bethlehem                      
On Christmas Day ... etc.                         
                                                  
And all the bells on earth shall                  
  ring.                                           
On Christmas Day ... etc.                         
                                                  
And all the angels in Heav'n shall                
  sing.                                           
On Christmas Day ... etc.                         
                                                  
22     SANTA'S COMING                             
   Tune: Are You Sleeping?                        
                                                  
Santa's coming, Santa's coming.                   
Hear the bells, hear the bells.                   
You had better be good, you had                   
  better be good,                                 
Little boy, little boy.                           
                                                  
                                                  
23  JOLLY OLD SAINT NICHOLAS                      
                                                  
Jolly old Saint Nicholas,                         
Lean your ear this way!                           
Don't you tell a single soul,                     
What I'm going to say;                            
Christmas Eve is coming soon,                     
Now, you dear old man,                            
Whisper what you'll bring to me,                  
Tell me if you can.                               
Johnny wants a pair of skates,                    
Susy wants a dolly,                               
Nellie wants a storybook,                         
She thinks dolls are folly;                       
As for me, my little brain,                       
Isn't very bright,                                
Choose for me,                                    
Old Santa Claus,                                  
What you think is right.                          
                                                  
24   UP ON THE HOUSE TOP                          
                                                  
Up on the house top reindeer pause,               
Out jumps good old Santa Claus;                   
Down thru the chimney with lots of                
  toys,                                           
All for the little ones, Christmas                
  joys.                                           
Ho, Ho, Ho, who wouldn't go!                      
Ho, Ho, Ho, who wouldn't go!                      
Up on the house top, click, click,                
  click                                           
Down thru the chimney with good                   
  Saint Nick.                                     

