Reason To Believe

It's snowing in New York City

But not an inch here in Tennessee

We always dream of a white Christmas

But only get one on TV

The kids'll get their magic from their stockings full of glee

But, honey, you give me a reason to believe

In the star upon the treetop

In the ribbons tied in bows

In a Bing Crosby slow dance

Kissing under mistletoe

It don't matter if it's black and white or red and green

Honey, you give me a reason to believe

There wouldn't be any tradition

Or a lit up front door wreath

Just another holiday season

Passing through to New Year's Eve

Now, I find myself trying to hear those sleigh bells ring

'Cause, honey, you give me a reason to believe, yeah

In the star upon the treetop

In the ribbons tied in bows

In a Bing Crosby slow dance

Kissing under mistletoe

It don't matter if it's black and white or red and green

Honey, you give me a reason to believe

Yeah

And our little boy is upstairs, tucked in, and fast asleep

Santa came and left all of the toys wrapped by the tree

Oh, I love the pretty paper, but you're both all I need

'Cause you give me a reason to believe

You give me a reason to believe

Oh, yes