Christmas comes but once a year Time to celebrate with those you hold dear Friends and family all gather round Death comes calling, your won’t hear a sound Little John wants a gun, Debbie wants a doll Big sister wants a date to the Christmas ball Snow flakes are falling covering up the ground Death comes calling, you won’t hear a sound You think I’m talking 'bout them But I’m talking 'bout you All little children snug in their beds Visions of sugar plums dance in their heads Mommy and Daddy, on shakey ground they stand Death comes calling, they won’t hear a sound Grandpa and grandma rocking in their chairs Adrift on memories no one wants to share All on a ship you know where it’s bound Death comes calling, you won’t hear a sound