Michael Bublé - Cold december night

^EbStockings are hung with care as c^Abhildren sleep with o^Fmne eye open ^EbWell, now there's more than toys at stake ‘cause I'm older now b^Abut not done ^Fm

^EbThe twinkling of the lights as Sa^Abnta carols f^Fmill the household ^EbOld Saint Nick has taken flight with^Ab a heart on board ^Fmso please be careful

^G7Each ^Cmyear I ask for m^Bbmany different th^Fmings ^G7But now I k^Cmnow what my h^Fmeart wants you to bring

^BbSo please just f^Cmall in l^Above with ^Ebme this C^Fmhristmas ^BbThere's nothing ^Cmelse that I^Ab (you) will n^Ebeed this C^Fmhristmas ^BbIt won't be wr^Cmapped under a t^Abree; I want something t^Ebhat lasts forever ^FmSo kiss me on this c^Bbold December n^Ebight

^EbA tree that smells of pine; a ho^Abuse that's filled with ^Fmjoy and laughter ^EbThe mistletoe says stand in line; ^Abloneliness ^Fmis what I've captured

^G7Oh, but this ev^Cmening can ^Bbmbe a holy n^Fmight L^G7et’s cozy on up^Cm the firepl^Fmace and dim^Eb those Chr^Abistmas^F lights

^BbSo please just f^Cmall in l^Above with ^Ebme this C^Fmhristmas ^BbThere's nothing ^Cmelse that I^Ab (you) will n^Ebeed this C^Fmhristmas ^BbIt won't be wr^Cmapped under a t^Abree; I want something t^Ebhat lasts forever ^FmSo kiss me on this c^Bbold December n^Ebight

^EbThey call it the season of giving; I'^Abm here, I'm you^Fmrs for the taking ^EbThey call it the season of giving; I'^Abm here, I'm you^Fmrs

^BbJust f^Cmall in l^Above with ^Ebme this C^Fmhristmas ^BbThere's nothing ^Cmelse that ^Abwe will n^Ebeed this Ch^Fmristmas ^BbIt won't be wr^Cmapped under a t^Abree; I want something t^Ebhat lasts fore^Fmver ^FmCause I don't wanna ^Bbbe al^Fmone to^Abnight I'll wear you like a Ch^Ebristmas sweater, w^Fmalk proudly to the mi^Bbstletoe ton^Abight ^AbI want something that l^Ebasts forever ^FmSo kiss me on this c^Bbold December n^Ebight

^EbThey call it the season of giving; I'm^Ab here, I'm you^Fmrs for the taking ^EbThey call it the season of giving; I'm^Ab here, I'm you^Ebrs