From the recording Merry Little Thing
Lyrics
Some years the snow never falls in the old snow globe
Some years there’s no carolers to sing have yourself a merry little thing
And some years the tree never lifts its branches out of the attic
There’s no lights that glow, no jolly Ho Ho Ho
Where do holidays go when you’re feeling so low
Like you’re standing all alone in a forest of mistletoe
Where do holidays go when there’s not one soul
Who you can sit with and conspire, dream with by the fire
And share with the warmth of home
And some years the stockings, they never get hung
There’s no garland strung, no TV movie bah hum bug
Some years the winter chill feels more like summer still
There’s no candlelit sermon, and the eggnog is just ice and bourbon
Where do holidays go when you’re feeling so low
Like you’re standing all alone in a forest of mistletoe
Where do holidays go when there’s not one soul
Who you can face with unafraid the plans that you made
And share with the warmth of home
Where do holidays go when there’s not a single soul
Who you can share with the warmth of home