I still believe in Christmas. Believe in why it comes.
Believe the young deserve to dream of toys and sugar plums.
I still believe in Christmas. Believe in what it means.
The start of it the end of it and all the in betweens.
No matter how worldly wise I become or how many wonders I'm shown. When the carols are sung and the stockings are hung, I find joys that I've never outgrown
I still believe in Christmas I guess I always will.
The sound of it, the sight of it, the spirit at the height of it. Come share the rare delight of it.
Oh I believe in Christmas still.
I admit I had to google this, but after 5 years it doesn't look like the riddle was gonna be solved. From what I found this was a song sung by Vikki Carr on one of those old Firestone Christmas albums from the 60's.