Little Tommy Conway Has been shoveling the walkwayBut the snow keeps falling all the sameAnd though it's only frosting He finds the work exhaustingAnd would rather play a snow ball throwing gameWhile down on main streetMayor Brewster takes a seatIn Billy Higgin's barber chairHe's looking for a little trim But Higgin's isn't listeningAnd soon he finds his short of hair up thereIt's just like any ordinary town Where the sun goes up and the sun goes downExcept the sun is one big pumpkin pie insteadAnd everybody is made of gingerbread.Walk over at the skating pondSomething weird is going on The cookie trees has started disappearing No one's there to see them goThere's just a whole were in the snowWith crumbs left in the forest clearingLate at night when the cold wind blows downFrom mistletoe mountainHugging tight by the fireplace is glow,Their gingerbread blessings they're countingIt's just like any ordinary town Where the sun goes up and the sun goes downExcept the sun is one big pumpkin pie insteadAnd everybody, just about everybody is made of gingerbread.