Have yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightFrom now

1: Frank Sinatra, night (Silent night), holy night (Holy

She walks like an angel walksShe talks like an angel talksAnd

So I'm down and so I'm outBut so are many othersSo

I know I stand in lineUntil you think you have the

When they met, the way they smiledI saw that I was

Writer(s): Wilder/EngvickThat year in Oakland HighWhen I was seventeenThe grass from

she sweet? See her coming down the streetNow, I

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

with the windJust like a leaf that has blown awayGone

Spoken:A tune from Cole Porter perhaps. Now there's a guy who

When you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd don't

down, look down that lonesome roadBefore you travel onLook up,

Don't like goodbyes, tears or sighsI'm not too good at leaving

Can't you just see yourself in a gingham gownLittle pink ribbons

tale, my favorite fairy taleIs the one I live

you see a guy reach for stars in the

Hello, Dolly, well hello, DollIt's so nice to have you back

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

It's ChristmasJingle bells, jingle bellsJingle all the wayOh, what fun it