Κλισέ σίγουρα, και τόσες φορές άσκοπα ειπωμένο, αλλά εδώ η μαγεία είναι αληθινή… / Certainly a cliche, and so many times aired in vain, but in this case the magic is real…

December will be magic again.
Take a husky to the ice
While Bing Crosby sings White Christmas. He makes you feel nice.
December will be magic again.
Old Saint Nicholas up the chimney,
Just a-popping up in my memory.
Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
The white city, she is so beautiful
Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
Oh, and see how I fall.
See how I fall
(“Fall!”) [backwards]
Like the snow.
Come to cover the lovers.
(Cover the lovers,
But don’t you wake them up.)
Come to sparkle the dark up.
(Sparkle the dark up,
With just a touch of make-up.)
Come to cover the muck up.
(Cover the muck up,
Oh, with a little luck.)
December will be magic again.
Light the canDLe-lights
To conjure Mr. Wilde
Into the Silent Night.
Oh, it’s quiet inside,
Here in Oscar’s mind.
December will be magic again.
Don’t miss the brightest star.
Kiss under mistletoe.
I want to hear you laugh.
Don’t let the mystery go now.
Oh, dropping down in my parachute,
The white city, she is so beautiful
Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
Oh, and see how I fall.
See how I fall
(“Fall!”) [backwards]
Like the snow.
Come to cover the lovers.
(Cover the lovers,
But don’t you wake them up.)
Come to sparkle the dark up.
(Sparkle the dark up,
With just a touch of make-up.)
Come to cover the muck up
(Cover the muck up,
Oh, with a little luck.)
Oh, I’m coming to cover the lovers.
Oh, and I’m coming to sparkle the dark up.
Oh, and I’m coming to cover the muck up.