Summer was meant for a hayride, Fall was meant for a stroll, Spring was made for an Easter parade, But winter, winter, winter, What a night, what a night, Splendid and serene, Journeying where there's a chill in the air Through this wintry scene. In the chill, what a thrill, Children's eyes are bright, Searching the sky for a sleigh flying by That just might come tonight. Jingle, jingle, Watch out for Kris Kringle, Feel your noses tingle, Hands and feet are warm, Better hurry, Grandma starts to worry, She thinks every flurry turns into a storm. What a night, what a night, Now we're on our way, I'll bring the cocoa and you'll bring the ho-ho-ho Up and away. What a night, oh, what a night, What a night for a flight on a sleigh. What a night, oh, what a night, What a night for a flight on a sleigh. Oh, jingle, jingle, Watch out for Kris Kringle, Feel your noses tingle, Hands and feet are warm, Better hurry, Grandma starts to worry, She thinks every flurry turns into a storm. What a night, oh, what a night, Now we're on our way, I'll bring the cocoa and you'll bring the ho-ho-ho Up and away. What a night, oh, what a night, What a night for a flight on a sleigh.