It's snowing in
New
York
City, but not an inch here in
Tennessee
We always dream of a white
Christmas, but only get one on
TV
The kids, they get the magic
from the stockings full of glee
But honey, give me a reason to believe
In the stomp on the treetop
And the ribbons tied in bows
In a
Bing
Crosby slow dance
Kissin' under mistletoe
It don't matter if it's black
and white or red and green
Honey, give me a reason to believe
There wouldn't be any tradition
Or a lit up front door wreath
Just another holiday season
Passing through to
New
Year's
Eve
Now I find myself trying to hear
those sleigh bells ring
Cause honey,
you give me a reason to believe it
And the stomp on the treetop
And the ribbons tied in bows
And a
Bing
Crosby slow dance
Kissin' under mistletoe
It don't matter if it's black
and white or red and green
Honey, you give me a
reason to believe
Yeah
Now our little boy is upstairs
Tucked in and fast asleep
Santa came and left all of the toys
wrapped by the tree
Oh I love the pretty paper but
you're both all I need
Cause you give me a reason to believe
We are turning right to
Session
Road