It's not the glow you feel, when snow appears It's not the Christmas card, you've sent for years Not the joyful sound, when sleigh bells ring Or the merry songs, children sing That little gift you send, on Christmas day Will not bring back the friend, you've turned away So may I suggest, the secret of Christmas It's not the things you do, at Christmas time But the Christmas things you do all year through That little gift you send, on Christmas day Will not bring back the friend, you've turned away So may I suggest, the secret of Christmas It's not the things you do, at Christmas time But the Christmas things you do all year through