Besedila: Doug Stone. Sailing Home for Christmas.

Here it is, Christmas day and you're many miles away
And I wonder if you feel the way I do in the air there's happiness
But in me there's loneness but all I want for Christmas is you

Presents wrapped, in green and gold but no arms for me to hold
No lips to whisper softly I love you
Oh, how happy I would be to find you underneath my tree
For all I want for Christmas is you