Sam Smith - Night Before Christmas

The treetops are leaning, they're covered in snow

The fire is burning and you're nearly home

The bars are all empty, I can't hear a soul

With everything closed now, there's nowhere to go


Come rest your weary head on my chest

The year is behind us, we're still at our best

The magic of Christmas is what's coming next

So lean in and kiss me and all of the rest


Baby, this time of year

Can make you feel old

But when I am with you

I don't feel the cold