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It's getting late, it's a quarter to three,
Each year there's more to be done;
Decorations to make, cakes and cookies to bake,
It's rare to have this time alone.
But the stockings are hung and the presents under the tree,
The kids are upstairs fast asleep;
And all I desire is you by the fire,
My love is yours to keep.
'Cause you're nothing less than beautiful,
There's not much more to say;
And the only wish on my Christmas list,
Is you on Christmas day.
'Cause you're nothing less than beautiful,
There's not much more to say;
And the only wish on my Christmas list,
Is you on Christmas day.
With each passing year we grow closer,
We have been blessed, it's true;
As you sit with me here, and I hold you, my dear,
I thank God for one more Christmas with you.
'Cause you're nothing less than beautiful,
There's not much more to say;
And the only wish on my Christmas list,
Is you on Christmas day.
Yes, the only wish on my Christmas list,
Is you on Christmas day.
It's you on Christmas day.
Recorded by Terry Kelly and Paul Mills © Gun K Publishing & Millstream Music (Olde Tyme Christmas, trk#14, 2004).
