Down east the Atlantic is feeling the dawn,

The stars and the moonlight are just about gone,

And someone is making an awfully big yawn!

And snuggling back down in their pillow.

But…what do you know!   On the wings of this dawning,

Something else comes and it’s something belonging,

To YOU in your bed as you’re stretching and yawning,

And thinking of what is for breakfast.

It’s the old Christmas Spirit, believe it or not,

It’s here in each jingle and present that’s bought,

It’s here with the bells and the Santa Claus pot,

With you as you open your eyes.

It just doesn’t matter if you’re feeling grumpy

Or nothing goes right and your hair is all frumpy,

And even your oatmeal is cold and it’s lumpy,

Don’t worry, it all will be fine.

‘Cause this is the season to turn it around,

To smile at the day when you much rather frown,

To pick someone up when they’re feeling all down,

You’ve got it…the Spirit of Christmas.