I always remember, every December, though I'm a long, long way from it all. The old people spinning stories, of long ago Christmas, and an apple, an orange, and a little stick of cotton. On the hills of Sherbondee, I remember so fondly Christmas trees, so green and so tall. We would choose one, and we'd crown it, with popcorn and daydreams of an apple, an orange, and a little stick of cotton. So let's drink a toast to old memories, and a Merry Christmas to all. I'll always remember, Christmas and December, though the years seem like no time at all. We had plenty of nothing, but plenty good loving, and an apple, an orange, and a little stick of dough. So let's drink a toast to old memories, and a Merry Christmas to all. I'll always remember, a world young and tender, and an apple, an orange, and a little stick of dough. Oh, I wish you an apple, and I wish you an orange, and I wish you a Merry Christmas, and a little stick of cotton. Merry Christmas!