Feliz Navidad

The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.

And since we know a place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

It doesn't show signs of stopping, and I brought some corn for popping.

The lights are turned way down low, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally kiss goodnight, how I'll hate going out in the storm.