Not quite Bing Crosby
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
But I'd best go back to sleep and keep on dreaming
'Cause the forecast says, "Tomorrow, there's no snow"
Heh heh, merry Christmas, a slaughtered song, and love, from me
-Me
Just like the ones I used to know
But I'd best go back to sleep and keep on dreaming
'Cause the forecast says, "Tomorrow, there's no snow"
Heh heh, merry Christmas, a slaughtered song, and love, from me
-Me