Frosted Holly Jingles

Snow is falling on the

sleepy street

Frosty breath with every step we meet

And the world is spinning slow

Underneath the mistletoe

Oh, let the chimney smoke rise to the sky

Keep the fire burning,

you and I

This is the season to hold you close

Under the pine where the sweet holly grows (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Paper stars are hanging

in the hall

Golden light reflecting

on the wall

Oh, let the chimney smoke rise to the sky

Keep the fire burning,

you and I

This is the season to hold you close

Under the pine where the sweet holly grows

Where the sweet holly grows... (mmmmm)