Merry Christmas, Baby

Shoveling is done.
Let’s go!

Cleaning the windshield is funny.

Always Nasralla’s Farm Stand.

Got the goods!
Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Glance out windshield occasionally, Dad. It’s fun to be four, like to make it to five.
Lunch is inside-out pizza.
The tree is exactly eight foot two inches tall. He is exactly twelve. Fear me.
Merry Christmas baby, you sure did treat me nice

Merry Christmas baby, you sure did treat me nice

Gave me a diamond ring for Christmas

Now I’m living in paradise

Well I’m feelin’ mighty fine, got good music on my radio

Well I’m feelin’ mighty fine, got good music on my radio

Well I wanna kiss you baby,

While you’re standing ‘neath the mistletoe

Santy came down the chimney

‘Bout half past three

Left all these pretty presents

That you see before me

Merry Christmas pretty baby, you sure been good to me

I haven’t had a drink this morning

But I’m all lit up like a Christmas tree