All is calm, all is bright ;
The cattle are lowing .
Don we now our gay apparel ;
Let earth receive her king :
Santa Claus is coming to town !

It doesn’t show signs of stopping :
Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum ;
And a partridge in a pear tree
Raising the sound .

We all like our figgy pudding,
And all the souls on earth shall sing .
Between an ox stall and an ass
The silent stars go by ;
Bruise in us the serpent’s head
So frequently to vanquish all .

Lo ! He abhors not the virgin’s womb ;
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Disperses the gloomy clouds of night .
Gone away is the bluebird
To see if reindeer really know how to fly—
Out jumps good old Santa Claus :
Fum Fum Fum !

The darkness everywhere,
Thy leaves are so unchanging,
Happy golden days of yore
Among the leaves so green :

A star in the sky, or a bird on the wing ;
Jingle bell time is a swell time—
Jingle all the way !