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