Вершы: Michael W. Smith. The Hapiest Christmas.

Oh the happiest christmas
Is a homecoming christmas
With the snow fluttering down 'til the world seems new

Bright candles burning
Old friends returning
The wishes of children coming true


And the happiest wishes are just old-fashioned wishes
May your days be merry, your sorrows be small
May the ones you love be near you
That's the happiest christmas of all