The wind bites at my face, and I’m kissin’ yours.
We’ll both be rosy, once we’re indoors.
It isn’t snowing, maybe it’ll just rain.
Oh Baby. It’s Christmas in Kansas again.
There’s a Strong City, just up the road,
Where they hang sunflowers, instead of mistletoe.
A short drag of Main Street, lights strung end to end.
Oh Baby. It’s Christmas in Kansas again.
Out on the prairie, the deer and antelope try,
To understand why they hear sleigh bells in the sky.
It isn’t New York, Chicago, or L.A.
Being with you I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The tree in Wakeeny is sprinkled with snow,
While the town square in Garnett is lit all a-glow.
We’re Wichita snugglin’ in a horse-drawn sleigh,
Oh Baby. It’s Christmas in Kansas again.
A fire in the fireplace, your hand in mine,
The sweet smell of evergreen — it’s Christmas time.
Off in the distance, the sound or a ramblin’ train.
Oh Baby. It’s Christmas in Kansas again.
Out on the prairie, the deer and antelope try,
To understand why they hear sleigh bells in the sky.
It isn’t New York, Chicago, or L.A.
Being with you I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Let’s pull the shades down, turn the lights low,
Dance in the firelight, to the radio.
I don’t need presents under the Christmas tree…
Oh Baby. Spend Christmas in Kansas with me.
That’s all I want…
Spend Christmas in Kansas with me.