Snow’s falling down, frost fills the air
Garland and Christmas trees and presents everywhere
The kids are up late, grandma tinsels the tree
I’m hanging mistletoe—you want to hang me
Can it wait till after Christmas? It’s much, much too cold
What will the neighbors think of my clothes in the snow?
You made your point, you want me to go, I know
But can it wait till after Christmas?
I made the eggnog—you burned the bird
The family went caroling—you forgot all the words
You dropped the kid’s stockings in the fireplace
The beds are all full we could sure use the space
Can it wait till after Christmas? It’s much, much too cold
What will the neighbors think of my clothes in the snow?
You made your point, you want me to go, I know
But can it wait till after Christmas?
Can it wait till after Christmas? It’s much, much too cold
I don't care if the neighbors see your clothes in the snow
You made your point, but are you really that cold—I hope no
Can it wait? You know you made my naughty list
Can it wait? Honey, not in front of the kids
Can it wait till after Christmas?
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