Rocka-Bell-y Christmas Eve

Snow on the hood of my Cadillac. Radio hums with a jingle track.

Santa's late, but I'm right on time. Got mistletoe and a bottle of

wine. Lights are flickering down the street. Tap my shoes to the backseat

beat. Cold outside, but my heart's on fire. Christmas Eve with

a rocking desire. Church bells ring and the moon shines bright. Everybody's ready for

a wild good night. We're rocking round the Christmas tree, with a jumping

beat and a swinging free. Candy canes and a six-string sound. Oh,

let it snow while we tear it down. Yeah, rocking round the