It's getting to be that time of year   When the snow piles up outside my window   The smell of evergreen is in the air   And Frosty, the snowman's on the radio      Climb up to the attic, the colored lights   Rolled up in old newspaper   The plastic baby Jesus, the three wise men   And the gold frankincense and murrh      I know that I'm gonna have trouble   Sleeping Christmas Eve   And I think I will   When I'm a hundred and three      As long as there's Christmas   They'll always be a little bit of little girl in me   What a child, inside of us, that'll always be there   As long as there's Christmas, as long as there's Christmas, ooh      Walking in a winter wonderland   While thoughts of hope run through my head   All the family will soon be there   And Rudolf's nose will be shining red      All the cardboard boxes filled to the brim   With our old decorations   Silent Night sings afar with all of us   And all the congregation      There's a stocking with my name on it   Over the fireplace   And I hope that old St. Nick   He won't be late      As long as there's Christmas   They'll always be a little bit of little girl in me   What a child, inside of us, will always be there   As long as there's Christmas      I'll stay young, forever young at heart      As long as there's Christmas   They'll always be a little bit of little girl in me   What a child, inside of us, will always be there   As long as there's Christmas, as long as there's Christmas   As long as there's Christmas, ooh