Christmas Bells - Perry Como

Christmas bells in the steeple,
Ringing out on Christmas morn,
But where are all the people,
Where has everybody gone ?

They're all busy with their presents,
Snug an' warm behind their doors,
Thinkin' no one was forgotten,
Empty shelves in all the stores!

Doesn't anyone remember,
As they wake up Christmas morn,
The 25th day of December,
Little baby Jesus was born?

Christmas bells in the steeple,
How their ringing seems to say,
O come all ye faithful,
Get down on your knees and pray,
Don't you know it's Christmas Day?


Perry Como released this song in 1967. It was written by Ray Stevens. & as much as the message was true back then, it is even more so 43 years later. Given his deep Catholic faith, I am faiorly sure that he would not be happy with the way things have become so PC so that you can't wish people "Merry Christmas". He even objected to the use of Xmas in place of Christmas. In a production meeting he scolding someone for using the term. He told the person "You should never do that. Christ is not an 'X'."

1 of my favorite Perry Como songs (of the many) is 1 of his songs that celebrates families gathering for Christmas. When he 1st recorded it in 1954 "holidays" didn't have the avoid using Christmas PC baggage attached to it. In 1959 he rerecorded it is stereo. & despite the current PC abuse of the term, the real message still shines through.



Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays,
‘Cause no matter how far away you roam,
When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze,
For the holidays, you can’t beat home, sweet home.

I met a man who lives in Tennessee,
He was headin’ for,
Pennsylvania, and some home made pumpkin pie.
From Pennsylvania, folks are travelin’
Down to Dixie’s sunny shore,
From Atlantic to Pacific,
Gee, the traffic is terrific.

Oh there's no place like home for the holidays,
‘Cause no matter how far away you roam,
If you want to be happy in a million ways,
For the holidays,
You can’t beat home, sweet home.

Take a bus, take a train
Go and hop an aeroplane
Put the wife and kiddies in the family car
For the pleasure that you bring
When you make that doorbell ring
No trip could be too far

I met a man who lives in Tennessee,
He was headin’ for,
Pennsylvania, and some home made pumpkin pie.
From Pennsylvania, folks are travelin’
Down to Dixie’s sunny shore,
From Atlantic to Pacific,
Gee, the traffic is terrific.

Oh there's no place like home for the holidays,
‘Cause no matter how far away you roam,
If you want to be happy in a million ways,
For the holidays,
You can’t beat home, sweet home.
For the holidays,
You can’t beat home, sweet home.