Christmas By Myself

It was a night to remember. The moon was black. A single star lit up the sky, and my Girl didn't call me back. I'm running through the snow With a bouquet in my hand. Oh, why they all run away, I cannot Understand. Well, jingle, jangle, jingle. Another Christmas by myself. Jingle, jangle, jingle. I'd even kiss an elf. Oh, no. Come on, catch it, scratch it, Bob Cratchit. I got that Christmas itch. It's a teaser, Ebenezer. The holiday is an itch. It's a hitch. Santa, Santa, Santa Claus, the one thing I wish For Is a virgin Nordic goddess to arrive at my Back door. Oh, ja. Old Nick is on the roof at midnight. The sled slides down the chute. And underneath the tree at three, Mrs. Claus is kissing me. Jingle, jangle, jingle. Another Christmas by myself. A jingle, jangle, jingle. I'd even kiss an elf. Come on, Cratchit, scratch it, Bob Cratchit. I got that Christmas itch. It's a teaser, Ebenezer. The holiday is a hitch. It's a glitch. Jingle, Another Christmas by myself. A jingle, jangle, jingle. I'd even kiss an elf. Oh, yeah. Oh, Cratchit, scratch it, Bob Cratchit. I got that Christmas itch. It's a teaser, Ebenezer. The holiday is a hitch. It's a hitch. It's a snitch. Come On, jingle, jangle, jingle. Another Christmas by myself. A jingle, jangle, jingle. I'd even kiss an elf. Well, catch it, scratch it, Bob Cratchit. I got that Christmas itch. It's a teaser, Ebenezer. The holiday is a hitch. Yeah, it's a hitch. What a glitch. What a