It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
All around our thread;
Take a look in the fireplace.
Santa Yeti is such a case.
I'm afraid to ask where he left the sled.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
All around our thread;
Bawdy Wench is a maid again,
Looking that good is a sin.
What'll she wear when our Wendy's wed?
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Goodies low in carbs,
Moderation is the key,
on our hips they will not be
As we giggle and trade our saucy barbs.
A rock-salt pistol for hunting duels
And a pair of high-heeled mules
Is the wish of our Wench so Bawdy;
That my PhotoShop will go out,
Is without a doubt
The hope of our Yeti so naughty;
Marnie and Elaine can hardly breathe
Laughing at this crowd so row-dy.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
All around our thread;
There's Karen, Kristine and Shelley,
Robin, Dreamer, Rebecca and Ellie
With Black57 checking out the sled.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas;
Soon the bells will start,
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the carol that you sing
Right within your heart.