It was De cem ber twen ty fourth on Hol lis Ave.

in the dark, when I seen a man chill in’ with his dog in the park.

I ap proached him ver y slow ly with my heart full of fear, looked at his dog: oh my god, an ill rein deer.

But (Eb5)then I was ill in’ ’cause that (Dbsus)man had a beard and a (Eb)bag full of good ies.

Twelve o’ clock had neared, so I (Eb5)turned my head a sec ond and the was gone, but he (Eb)must ’ve dropped his wal let smack dead on the lawn.

I (Eb5)picked the wal let up and then I (Dbsus)took a pause, took out the (Eb5)li cense and it (CN.C.)cold said, “San ta Claus.” A (Eb5)mil lion dol lars in it, cold (Dbsus)hun dreds of Gs, e (Eb)nough to buy a boat, match ing car with ease.

But I’d (Eb5)nev er steal from San ta, ’cause (Dbsus)that ain’t right, so I was (Eb)go ing home to mail it back to him that night.

But when I (Eb5)got home, I bugged ’cause (Dbsus)un der the tree was a (Eb)let ter from San ta, and the (CN.C.)dough was for me!

It’s (CN.C.)Christ mas time in Hol lis, Queens.

Mom’s cook in’ chick en and col lard greens, rice and (Eb5)stuf fing, mac a (CN.C.)ro ni and cheese; and San ta put gifts un der Christ mas trees.

Dec o rate the (Eb5)house with (CN.C.)lights at night; snow’s on the ground, snow white, so bright.

In the fire (Eb5)place is the (CN.C.)yule log be neath the mis tle toe as we drink egg nog.

The (Eb5)rhymes that you hear are the of Dar ryl’s, but (Eb5)each and ev ’ry year we bust (CN.C.)Christ mas car ols.

(Eb5)Rhymes so loud and proud, you hear it.

It’s (Eb)Christ mas time and we got the spir it.

(Eb5)Jack Frost chill in’, the is out, and (Eb5)that’s what Christ mas is (CN.C.)all a bout.

The (Eb5)time is now, the is here, and the (Eb)whole wide world is filled with cheer.

My (CN.C.)name’s D.

M.

C.

with the mic in my hand, and I’m chill in’ and cool in’, just like a snow man.

So o pen your eyes, lend us an ear; we wan na say, “Mer ry Christ mas and Hap py New Year!”