Under the Mistletoe

There’s a special kind of love that grows
Underneath the Christmas mistletoe
She’ll kiss me there I know
Under the mistletoe

We’ll be so happy riding in a sleigh
In a winter wonderland
We’ll build a snowman
With some hair of hay
And a carrot for his nose
And a corn cob for his pipe
And his arms made out of sticks
And two eyes made out of coal

There’s a special kind of love that grows
Underneath the Christmas mistletoe
She’ll kiss me there I know
Under the mistletoe
She’ll kiss me there I know
Under the mistletoe

by Doug Newman