Climb down the chimney, turn on the
   brightest string of lights I’ve ever seen.
Slice up the fruitcake, it’s time we hung 
   some tinsel on that evergreen bough.
For I’ve grown a little leaner,
   grown a little colder,
Grown a little sadder, grown a little older,
And I need a little angel
   sitting on my shoulder,
I need a little Christmas now.
