A Feeling of Christmas

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style.  In the air there's a feeling of Christmas.

But

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire? No--children climbing on the mother, tired.

In the air there's that feeling of Christmas.

Will you have a merry little Christmas? Let your heart be light? Though this day your troubles aren't out of sight, still--

In the air’s a feeling of Christmas.

You heard the bells, pre-Christmas day, their old familiar carols play.  

In the air twas a feeling of Christmas.

Hark! How the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, “throw cares away.”  

In the air there’s a feeling of Christmas.

And though yesterday you bowed your head, "there is no peace for me," you said, still

In the air there's a feeling of Christmas.

"Joy to the world!" the bells peel deep.  "God is not dead nor doth he sleep.' 

For in you there's a courage at Christmas.

O come, O come, Emmanuel, and rescue me--He did.  He will. 

In Him there's a feeling of Christmas.

So

“Let there be peace on earth,” you say, “at least inside of me, today.  

In me there's a feeling of Christmas.”

“Yes, angels I HAVE heard on high, and Bethlehem so still DID lie, and 

in the air was a feeling of Christmas.”

Have your merry little Christmas now. Decide to muddle through somehow.  

In the air there’s a feeling of Christmas.

And Christmas Eve will find you where the love lights glow, you will be home for Christmas, if only you and He know.  

In you there's a feeling of Christmas.