Boys: Hang the Shiny Tinsel, Draping from a Limb

Light the Lights

Girls: Hang the decorations, hang the tiny trim

Boys: Hang the shiny tinsel, draping from a limb

All: Place a precious bauble, on a piney bough

Candy canes and ribbons, it is the season now

Light the lights

Upon the Christmas tree

Celebrate the season

With friends the family

Light the lights

And hang the star above

Celebrate the season

With the ones you love

Girls:
Hang a berry garland
Hang a silver ball
Hang a paper snowflake
Delicate and small
Each becomes a symbol
Each becomes a part
Of a mem’ry I hold within my heart / Boys:
Hang a berry garland
Hang a silver ball
And a snowflake…delicate and small
Each becomes a symbol
Each becomes part
Of a special mem’ry
I hold within my heart

Light the lights

Upon the Christmas tree

Celebrate the season

With friends the family

Light the lights

And hang the star above

Celebrate the season

With the ones you love

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree

How lovely are your branches

Light the lights

Upon the Christmas tree

Celebrate the season

With friends the family

Light the lights

And hang the star above

Celebrate the season

With the ones you love

ArtzaAlinu

Artzaalinu, artzaalinu, artzaalinu

K’varcharashnu, v’gamzaranu

Avalod lo katzar nu, avalod lo katzar nu

Soprano:
Artza, artza, artzaalinu
Artza, artza, artzaalinu
La lalala, la lala
La lalala, la lala
La lalala la
La lalala la
Toembai, Toembai, Toembai, Toembai
Toembai, Toembai, Toembai, Toembai
Tra la la’s
Tra la la’s again
La la la’s
Hey! / Alto:
Artzaalinu, artzaalinu, artzaalinu
Artzaalinu, artzaalinu, artzaalinu
La lalala, la lala
La lalala, la lala
Avalod lo katzar nu,
avalod lo katzar nu
Toembai, Toembai, Toembai, Toembai
Toembai, Toembai, Toembai, Toembai
Toembai’s
Artzaalinu, artzaalinu, artzaalinu
Artzaalinu, artzaalinu, artzaalinu
La la la’s
Hey! / Men:
Artzaalinu, artzaalinu
Artzaalinu, artzaalinu
K’varcharashnu, v’gamzaranu
K’varcharashnu, v’gamzaranu
Avalod lo katzar nu,
avalod lo katzar nu
Tra la la’s
Artzaalinu, artzaalinu
Artzaalinu, artzaalinu
La la la’s
Hey!

What You Gonna Call Your Pretty Little Baby?

Alto: What you gonna call?

Soprano/Men: What you gonna call?

Repeat

All:

What you gonna call, your pretty little baby?

Born, born in Bethlehem

Soprano/Men: Repeat above

Alto: What you gonna call? (3 times)

Born in Bethlehem

Soprano/men: Oh what you gonna call? (3 times)

Born in Bethlehem

Altos: Sweet little baby born in manger

Sweet little baby in Bethlehem

Sweet little baby born in a manger

Born, born in Bethlehem

Sopranos:
What you gonna call, your pretty little baby?
What you gonna call, your pretty little baby?
What you gonna call, your pretty little baby?
Born, born in Bethlehem / Altos:
Alto: What you gonna call?
(3 times)
Born in Bethlehem / Men:
Oh what you gonna call?
The pretty baby?
Oh what you gonna call?
Born in Bethlehem

Repeat whole section

Alto: What you gonna call?

Soprano/Men: What you gonna call?

(3 times)

Your baby…

Born in Bethlehem

The Twelve Days After Christmas

The first day after Christmas

My true love and I had a fight

And so I chopped the pear tree down

And burned it just for spite

Then with a single cartridge

I shot that blasted partridge

My true love, my true love

My true love gave to me

The second day after Christmas

I pulled on the old rubber gloves

And very gently wrung the necks

Of both the turtledoves

My true love, my true love

My true love gave to me

Girls:Boys:

The third day after ChristmasOoh oohooh

My mother caught the croupCaught the croup

I had to use the three French hensOoh oohooh

To make some chicken soupTo make….some chicken soup

The four calling birds were a big mistake

For their language was obscene

The five gold rings were completely fake

And they turned my fingers green

Girls: Do ba’s

Boys:

The sixth day after Christmas

The six laying geese wouldn’t lay

I gave the whole darn gaggle to the ASPCA

On the seventh day, what a mess I found:

All:

All seven of the swimming swans had drowned

My true love, my true love

My true love gave to me

The eighth day after Christmas

Before they could suspect

I bundled up the

Eight maids a-milking, nine pipers piping

Ten ladies dancing, ‘leven lords a-leaping

Twelve drummers drumming*Solo: Well, actually I kept one of the drummers

And sent them back collect!

I wrote my true love

“We are through love”

And I said in so many words:

“Furthermore, your Christmas gifts were for the”

Sopranos: Birds

Alto/Men:

Four calling bird, three French hens, two turtledoves

And a partridge in a pear tree