I like to see Christmas coming, hee, hee,
With its strawberry shortcake and sponge.
I like to see the old Christmas tree,
Lighting up my hard chair, ah hum.
I like to see my cup of sweet tea,
Whether it’s at the tea party or not.
But most of all I just love to see tall,
The spirit of yuletide abroad.
“Psst, Alice, was that okay? Was it enough, because the music is still playing!
And where is that cup of tea that you promised me?
I’m sure I left it around here somewhere…”