Those, which are not, are light with our Christmases rubbing wood. Cyril Tan.


Time arrived because of celebration festival.
Christmas and because of pudding of celebration noise.
But my range being proportionate, it crossed from another night.
I heard small voice with my next door.

Chorus.

Those, which are not, are light with our Christmases rubbing wood.
We do not have to make the Vee television of papa useless.
Absence of game of party and absent mistletoe.
Just, "Wenceslas" it starts blowing the whistle.

It goes from your chain.
In the year when one time me square.
I love the fact that the chin monkey of my hair is felt.
I love the fact that you inquire.
About the song of those days which go.
Only tide father 4 we see eye glaze-k- glaze - glaze.

Alf Christmas from uncle cracker.
As for those there is a neutrino regiment.
The legal emperor prohibited those.
But we in one are nabbed by pushchairs why 쳌eim.
Which does not note more from the hard blow of Laramie.

The singer of some person of Christmas praise song.
Arrived with our doors.
4 that so did not look at papa of sun mashed sago.
Under any condition first.
That grasped the leader of coat.
And you ask that the lanthanum from the throat.
Is stuffed to the lower part.

When being 4 Tsuga people into the time of the thing.
Which makes me up mature.
That it is not is the television of my plan.
As for my house of homosexual laughter you sound.
Never that I to hear, you do not think would like.
Is 4 those my children whom knishes which.


Chorus.

Those, which are not, are light with our Christmases rubbing wood.
We do not have to make the Vee television of papa useless.
Absence of game of party and absent mistletoe.
Just, "Wenceslas" it starts blowing the whistle, from you goes.