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The holiday season is coming up quick, so I thought I'd share this song in advance :) Merry Early Christmas!
Lyrics again:
He met her up in Delware in 1937.
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress.
December 24th at a quarter to eleven's when he finally gained the courage
to ask her to dance.
It was the night before Christmas, it was love at first sight.
The carolers sang as they danced through the night.
She was a small town girl, he was a traveling guy.
He never caught her name before they said their goodbyes.
Twenty years later, he was eating Christmas dinner in a diner alone
when he saw a young waitress with a gleam in her eye.
Her favorite day of the year, she showed her spirits were high.
She said, "Sir, can you share a little holiday cheer?"
A simple Christmas story's all she wanted to hear.
He looked prepared with a smile as he started to say,
"Here's my favorite Christmas story about a girl with no name."
He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937.
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress.
December 24th at a quarter to eleven's when I finally gained the courage
to ask her dance.
Every holiday season as he'd travel he'd tell
about his Christmas dance partner that he never knew well.
He shared his favorite story with the locals he met.
He was called the Christmas story telling traveling man.
By age 53, he had done settled down.
All the neighborhood kids liked to gather around.
Just to hear his stories about his life on the road.
All he had now were these children he told.
And every Christmas Eve, they'd show up before dark.
He told them all the story, but they knew it by heart.
They could quote it word for word
he always told it the same.
It was his favorite Christmas story called The Girl With No Name.
He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937.
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress.
December 24th at a quarter to eleven's when I finally gained the courage
to ask her to dance.
Twenty years later as he took his last breat,h,
saw a cold Christmas morning in a hospital bed.
The children had grown, he had nobody left,
Except the little old nurse who was holding his hand.
He said, "Ma'am, could you share a little holiday cheer?"
A simple Christmas story's all he wanted to hear,
but his eye filled with tears at the words she spoke,
because his favorite Christmas story was the one that she told.
She said I met him up in Delaware in 1937,
though I never caught his name.
He was a traveling man.
December 24th at quarter to eleven,
I'm so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance.
Lyrics again:
He met her up in Delware in 1937.
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress.
December 24th at a quarter to eleven's when he finally gained the courage
to ask her to dance.
It was the night before Christmas, it was love at first sight.
The carolers sang as they danced through the night.
She was a small town girl, he was a traveling guy.
He never caught her name before they said their goodbyes.
Twenty years later, he was eating Christmas dinner in a diner alone
when he saw a young waitress with a gleam in her eye.
Her favorite day of the year, she showed her spirits were high.
She said, "Sir, can you share a little holiday cheer?"
A simple Christmas story's all she wanted to hear.
He looked prepared with a smile as he started to say,
"Here's my favorite Christmas story about a girl with no name."
He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937.
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress.
December 24th at a quarter to eleven's when I finally gained the courage
to ask her dance.
Every holiday season as he'd travel he'd tell
about his Christmas dance partner that he never knew well.
He shared his favorite story with the locals he met.
He was called the Christmas story telling traveling man.
By age 53, he had done settled down.
All the neighborhood kids liked to gather around.
Just to hear his stories about his life on the road.
All he had now were these children he told.
And every Christmas Eve, they'd show up before dark.
He told them all the story, but they knew it by heart.
They could quote it word for word
he always told it the same.
It was his favorite Christmas story called The Girl With No Name.
He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937.
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress.
December 24th at a quarter to eleven's when I finally gained the courage
to ask her to dance.
Twenty years later as he took his last breat,h,
saw a cold Christmas morning in a hospital bed.
The children had grown, he had nobody left,
Except the little old nurse who was holding his hand.
He said, "Ma'am, could you share a little holiday cheer?"
A simple Christmas story's all he wanted to hear,
but his eye filled with tears at the words she spoke,
because his favorite Christmas story was the one that she told.
She said I met him up in Delaware in 1937,
though I never caught his name.
He was a traveling man.
December 24th at quarter to eleven,
I'm so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance.
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