Use the lyrics below to singalong with The Christmas Choir!

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Jingle-Bell Rock

(Arr. Mac Huff)​

 

Jingle-bell, jingle-bell, jingle-bell rock.
Jingle-bell swing and jingle-bells ring.
Snowin’ and blowin’ up bushels of fun.
Now the jingle-hop has begun.

Jingle-bell, jingle-bell, jingle-bell rock.
Jingle-bells chime in jingle-bell time.
Dancin’ and prancin’
in Jingle-bell Square in the frosty air.

What a bright time it’s the right time
to rock the night away.
Jingle-bell time is a swell time
to go glidin’ in a one-horse sleigh.

Giddy-up jingle-horse pick up your feet.
Jingle around the clock.
Mix and mingle in a jinglin’ beat,
that’s a jingle-bell,
that’s a jingle-bell,
that’s a jingle-bell rock!

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Ah, ah!
What a bright time it’s the right time
to rock the night away.
Jingle-bell time is a swell time
to go glidin’ in a one-horse sleigh.

Giddy-up, jingle-horse pick up your feet.
Jingle around the clock.
Mix and mingle in a jinglin’ beat,
that’s a jingle-bell,
that’s a jingle-bell,
that’s a jingle-bell rock!
That’s the jingle-bell rock!

Jingle-bell, jingle-bell, jingle-bell rock.
Jingle-bell, jingle-bell, jingle-bell rock!

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Santa Baby

(Arr. Mac Huff)

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Santa Baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me.
Been an awful good girl, Santa Baby;
so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa Baby, a fifty-four convertible, too, light blue.
I’ll wait up for you, dear;
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot.
Been an angel all year;
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa Baby, one little thing I really do need:
the deed to a platinum mine;
Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks.
Sign your X on the line,
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Come and trim my Christmas tree
with some decorations bought at Tiffany’s.
I really do believe in you, let’s see if you believe in me.

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Hark! the Herald Angels Sing

(C Wesley & F Mendelssohn)

 

Hark! the herald angels sing,
‘Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled’.

Joyful all ye nations, rise;
Join the triumph of the skies;
With th’angelic hosts proclaim,
‘Christ is born in Bethlehem’.

Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King!

Mild He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.

Ris’n with healing in His wings,
Light and life to all He brings,
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Hail, the heav’n born Prince of Peace!

Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King!

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​​​​O Holy Night

(Arr. M Eckstein)

 

O holy night!
The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees!
O hear the angel voices!
O night divine!

O night when Christ was born,
O night divine!
O night, O night divine!

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Aussie Jingle Bells

(Arr. R. Emerson)

 

Dashing through the bush in a rusty Holden ute,
kickin’ up the dust, Esky in the boot.
Kelpie by my side singing Christmas songs,
it’s summertime and I am in my singlet, shorts and thongs.

Chorus: Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summer’s day.
Oi! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut’!
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden ute.

Engine’s getting hot, we dodge the kangaroos;
Swaggie climbs aboard, he is welcome, too.
All the family is there, sitting by the pool;
Christmas Day the Aussie way by the barbecue.

Chorus
Come the afternoon, Grandpa has a doze,
The kids and Uncle Bruce are swimming in their clothes.
The time comes ‘round to go, we take a fam’ly snap,
We pack the car and all shoot through before the washing up!

Arrrr! Chorus​​​