Sam Smith - Night Before Christmas

The treetops are leaning, they're covered in snow
The fire is burning and you're nearly home
The bars are all empty, I can't hear a soul
With everything closed now, there's nowhere to go

Come rest your weary head on my chest
The year is behind us, we're still at our best
The magic of Christmas is what's coming next
So lean in and kiss me and all of the rest

Baby, this time of year
Can make you feel old
But when I am with you
I don't feel the cold