Year Three, Week Twelve: “Christmas on Lake Geneva”

Lyrics:

There’s tinsel on the lampposts
all green and red and gold
We walk along the mansions
some are eighty-five years old
We come up from Chicago
like the Searses and the Wrigleys
It’s just an hour drive
So you can get here rather quickly

It’s the season of hope
It’s the season to believe-a
It’s Christmas on Lake Geneva

We huddle up on Main Street
for the holiday parade
to see the Christmas float
that the rotary club made
Mamas wrap their babies up
like Jesus in the manger
With Green Bay Packer mitts
to keep their hands from danger

It’s the season of love
It’s the season to believe-a
It’s Christmas on Lake Geneva

Tomorrow we’ll go home
but now we’re here
Tomorrow we’ll go home
but now we’re here

We’ll eat mashed potato omelettes
And we’ll drink New Glarus beer
and moon around and talk about
just relocating here
And I look into my baby’s eyes
and I see the joy it brought her
and like the statue of Chief Big Foot
We look across the water

It’s the season of love
It’s the season to believe-a
It’s Christmas on Lake Geneva
It’s the season of hope
It’s the season to believe-a
It’s Christmas on Lake Geneva
It’s the season of hope
It’s the season to believe-a
It’s Christmas on Lake Geneva

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