I want an Elven prince for Christmas,
But not just any, oh, no.
I want the one with the golden hair,
And the face that tempts me so.

And I know it will be hard, his heart for me to steal,
But even though he fights this way,
It doesn’t change the way I feel.

I still want his porclain face,
His hidden but oh-so-obvious grace,
And the way he seems to speak aloud
Without ever bothering to make a sound.

I have an Elven prince for Christmas,
But not just any, oh, no.
I have the one with the golden hair,
And the face that tempts me so.

And I knew it would be hard, his heart for me to steal,
But now I have my Elven prince,
And nothing will change the way I feel.