“There's a little Christmas in all of us, I guess. Even in me.”

“I'm sad and blue, about nobody but you. I told you that I loved you right from the start, you told me the same and now you try to break my little heart.”

“There's a little Christmas in all of us, I guess. Even in me.”

“Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.”