When Christmas comes and soft lights glow
And Santa's reindeers trip the snow
My stocking I'll hang by the chimney so near,
And listen for sleigh-bells I'm waiting to hear.
Just hoping and waiting for Santa to plop
The buttons I'm wanting, right into my sock.
There's "Friday" "Red Riding Hood" "Moses and Lind"
That jolly old Santa will surely put in--
There's paperweights, calico--old cloisonné
Or copper or pewter or papier mache
I could go on forever and ever to say
The buttons I want to receive Christmas Day.
Just Buttons 1942