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George Strait – Christmas Cookies

George Strait - Christmas Cookies

About the Song

George Strait is no stranger to warming hearts with his smooth voice and timeless songs, and his holiday classic, “Christmas Cookies,” is a shining example of his ability to bring joy through music. This cheerful and lighthearted tune has become a staple of Christmas playlists, capturing the charm and warmth of holiday traditions.

Released as part of the 1999 compilation album A Country Christmas, “Christmas Cookies” highlights the simple joys of baking and sharing cookies during the festive season. The song’s playful lyrics celebrate the small but meaningful moments that make Christmas special—mixing dough, decorating treats, and, of course, sneaking a bite or two along the way! It’s a song that paints a vivid picture of home, love, and laughter, reminding listeners of the heartwarming essence of the holidays.

What sets this song apart is the humor and relatability embedded in its story. Strait sings about his affection for his partner’s cookies, not only because they taste great but also because of the love and care put into making them. It’s a gentle reminder of how food and family are intertwined in holiday traditions, sparking memories of kitchens filled with the scent of freshly baked goods and the sound of laughter.

George Strait’s velvety voice is perfectly suited to the song’s upbeat tempo and whimsical tone. His delivery feels personal, as if he’s sharing a favorite Christmas memory directly with you. It’s this connection to his audience that makes Strait one of the most beloved artists in country music history.

Whether you’re rolling out dough or simply relaxing by the fire, “Christmas Cookies” is a delightful soundtrack to your holiday season. Its cheerful melody and heartwarming message make it a must-listen, guaranteed to bring a smile to your face and a touch of nostalgia to your heart.Christmas Cookies — George Strait | Last.fm

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Lyrics: Christmas Cookies

I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
The ones that look like Santa Claus
Christmas trees, and bells, and stars
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babeNow, Christmas cookies are a special treat
The more she bakes, the more I eat
And sometimes I can’t get myself to stop
Sometimes she’ll wait till I’m asleep
And she’ll take the ones I didn’t eat
And put those little sprinkly things on top

I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
The ones that look like Santa Claus
Christmas trees, and bells, and stars
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe

Now, those sprinkly things just make things worse
Cause it makes them taste better than they did at first
And they’re absolutely impossible to resist
Some disappear to who knows where
But I make sure I get my share
And those kids just stand there waiting for the ones I miss

I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar
Sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
She gets mad that they’re all gone
Before she gets the icing put on
Sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe

Now, there’s a benefit to all of this
That you might have overlooked or missed
So now let me tell you the best part of it all
Every time she sticks another batch in the oven
There’s fifteen minutes for some kissin’ an’ a’huggin’
That’s why I eat Christmas cookies ALL YEAR LONG

I sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugar
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
The ones that look like Santa Claus
Christmas trees, and bells, and stars
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe
I sure do like those Christmas cookies, babe

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