i came two weeks before christ not tender nor mild from the womb i came a wailing silent night but ill give you something to believe in youll see three ships sailing in im a frail evergreen be a bauble a hanging off of me pine needles a pricking at your bare feet ill be anything you want of me a carrot nosed encased in snow an angel teetering atop a tree though vomiting from vertigo if youll be mine for christmas a doe to a deer ill be home for christmas and home will be here im three sheets to the wind but the wind is a sleet and this sheet aint one of snow to play beneath and my nose is red from the whiskey im boxing day game away shirtless cherubs on the terrace singing hymns praying the saviour scores today and that he is one but not the only ill be anything you want of me a carrot nosed encased in snow an angel teetering atop a tree though vomiting from vertigo if youll be mine for christmas a doe to a deer ill be home for christmas and home will be here  if youre looking for me follow any star cause i will be around no matter where you are im cctv video late night on christmas eve window shopping in full santa suit blind drunk on the high street never got a gift gold frankincense or myrrh and never wouldve cared if you could just have her im christmas morning stumbling home up the cul de sac flanked by kids upon new bikes stabilising my walk back ill be anything you want of me a carrot nosed encased in snow an angel teetering atop a tree though vomiting from vertigo if youll be mine for christmas a doe to a deer ill be home for christmas and home will be here if youll be mine for christmas a doe to a deer if youll be mine for christmas if youll be mine for christmas