So, it’s our first Christmas as Mister and Missus.
Deck the halls of our own, in our hip holiday home.

Last week in bad weather
we made cookies together,
And we sent Christmas cards off
between reruns of Rudolph.

Our friends we’ll be hosting;
and our loved ones we’re toasting
We will wear festive togs
and tie bows on the dogs.

Oh, it’s our first Christmas as Mister and Missus.
Deck the halls of our own, in our hip holiday home.

Wrapped, practical, packages with sentimental messages
Circle a tabletop tree.
Tea towels in the kitchen red and green festive wishin’.
Nutmeg and spice in our tea.

Oh, it’s our first Christmas as Mister and Missus.
Deck the halls of our own, in our hip holiday home.

They’ll come alone or in couples and laugh as one with the bubbles
We’ll call an Uber for Carlos and Bree!

When the guests have all departed,
the dishwasher started
We’ll smile, con-tent; no, elated
at the Christ-mas-time love we’ve created