(That's what Christmas means to me, my love) All these things and more That's what Christmas means to me, my love, ah yeah Candles burnin' low Lots of mistletoe toe Lots of snow and ice Everywhere we go Choirs singin' carols

If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up

In your precious face But even in the dark I saw you were the only one alone But these hot gates you spent your victory on Though your swore you wouldn't do this anymore And I can't be for you all of the things you want me to But I will love you