I'm dreaming of a BONES Christmas Just like the ones We used to seeWhere the outfits glisten and criminals go missin' And people find corpses in the snow

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I'm dreaming of a BONES Christmas With Murder underneath the Christmas tree, with remains to be sifted,

And fingerprints to be lifted, And maybe some of Caroline's mistletoe..

(dum dum dum)

We're dreaming of a BONES Christmas With every special that we see, May our xmas be murderous, Boothy and bright And may all Hart's Christmases be white.