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Dashing through the cold, In my boxers, feeling free, Frost is nipping low, On my precious family tree! Shriveled up so tight, Hiding from the breeze, Oh, what fun it is to warm These boys between my knees! (Chorus) Jingle balls, jingle balls, Swinging all the way, Oh, what fun it is to run With no briefs in the way! Hey! Jingle balls, jingle balls, Hanging left and right, Careful now, don’t sit too hard— That pain’s a scary sight!