The Music from The O.C.: Mix 3

Christmas Is Going To the Dogs get off your sled and go to bed don't you ever tire? throw a bone I'm finally home curled up by the fire snow is falling from the sky like ashes from an urn sweet dreams my little one now it's my turn well christmas is

Are you hanging up a stocking on your wall? It's the time that every Santa has a ball Does he ride a red nosed reindeer? Does he turn up on his sleigh Do the fairies keep him sober for a day? So here it is merry Christmas Everybody's having fun Look

Leona Naess - Christmas Words are falling form your lips like Christmas to my hips So dangerous the strangest feeling of being I want willow trees and melodies and flowers counting Hours till he's breathing leaving the rest behind Cause i am full of

Rock of Ages Let our song praise your saving power; You amid the raging foes, Were our sheltering tower Furious they assailed us, But your arm availed us, And your word broke their sword, When our own strength failed us. And your word broke their swo