I can't wait till Christmas Day When all the land is covered white And little ones wake the elders in the early morning light. For over a fortnight I've foreseen this And now am ready for a day of bliss. I can't till Christmas Day When not a fragment of the green giant is bear This is not an exaggeration for its skin can?t be seen anywhere. When the children dance to the joy of the arrival of a man in red and white Such folklore this is, but my words will be polite. I can't wait till Christmas Day When little white fairies dance through the air And extensive ribbon is found in children's hair After opening a fragile delight Then over the gifts they'll fight. Some will be from mom and dad Others from that fictitious man in red. I can't wait till Christmas Day When our famished selves are fed From a table that can't be seen from all the ham and bread. It all smells like a dream Just an impossible dream. The aroma of cranberries and gravy filter through the air As stuffing and corn can be found in children's hair. Next we won't falter, and we'll eat like giant whales. We'll keeping eating until we've stuffed our tails. I can't wait till Christmas Day When the fire is blazing bright And strings of heat warm us far into the night. When all of us gather inside the little castle within our house And sit back to listen to stories on the couch. Love is now generated all throughout the land It will keep stirring even when the day seems no longer grand. Then in our beds we'll curl up the way a feline does and pray For there's nothing in the world like Christmas Day.