Merry Christmas Baby – Elvis Presley

Introduction

“Merry Christmas Baby” is a blues-infused Christmas song originally written and recorded by Charles Brown in 1960. It was later popularized by Elvis Presley’s cover version released in 1971 on his album “Elvis Sings The Wonderful World of Christmas”. Presley’s rendition, characterized by his soulful vocals and the electrifying guitar work of James Burton, transformed the song into a Christmas classic, becoming a staple in holiday playlists and radio airwaves.

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The song’s lyrics express the joy and gratitude of a man who has found love during the Christmas season. He sings about the extravagant gifts his beloved has given him, including diamond rings, and his desire to spend a cozy and romantic Christmas together. The song’s bluesy undertones add a touch of longing and melancholy, creating a unique blend of festive cheer and emotional depth.

“Merry Christmas Baby” has since been covered by numerous artists, including Bruce Springsteen, Mariah Carey, and John Legend, each adding their own interpretation to the song. It remains a timeless Christmas favorite, capturing the essence of love, gratitude, and the magic of the holiday season.

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Lyrics

Merry, merry Christmas, baby
Sure did treat me nice
I said merry Christmas, baby
Sure did treat me nice

Gave me diamond rings for Christmas
Now I’m living in paradise

Well, I’m feeling mighty fine
Got good music on my radio
Well, I’m feeling mighty fine
Got good music on my radio

Well, I want to kiss you, baby
While you’re standing ‘neath the mistletoe

I said, merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas, baby
You sure did treat me nice, yes, you did
Yes, you did, yes, you did, yes, you did
I said merry, merry Christmas baby
Sure did treat me nice

Gave me a diamond ring for Christmas
Now I’m living in paradise

I said, merry, merry, merry Christmas, baby
You sure did treat me nice
I said, merry, merry Christmas, baby
Girl, you sure did treat me nice

Gave me a diamond ring for Christmas
Now I’m puttin’ it through Al’s mike

Well, I’m feeling mighty fine
Got good music on my radio
Well, I’m feeling mighty fine
Got good music on my radio

Well, I want to kiss you, baby
While you’re standing ‘neath the mistletoe

Well, I’m feeling mighty fine
Got good music on my, on my radio
Well, I’m feeling mighty fine
Got good music on my radio

Well, I want to kiss you, baby
Underneath your mistletoe

I said merry Christmas, baby
Girl, you sure did treat me nice
I said, merry, merry Christmas, baby
Girl, you sure did treat me nice

“I am Elvis Presley.” After five decades of silence, Bob Joyce makes a chilling claim: the King of Rock and Roll didn’t die in 1977 — he disappeared. According to Joyce, Elvis staged his own death to escape a lethal criminal plot that was closing in fast, a secret so dangerous it forced him to erase his identity and vanish from the world forever.

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At 89, Engelbert Humperdinck is no longer just the velvet voice that once defined romance for millions — he is a man standing alone in the quiet after the applause, carrying a love story that even time could not silence. Gone are the roaring stages and dazzling lights. In their place: a trembling confession, eyes glistening, voice unsteady as he speaks of the woman who was never just his wife — but his anchor, his inspiration, his forever. After more than half a century side by side, illness took her from this world… but never from his heart. “She’s still with me,” he whispered — and in that fragile moment, the world seemed to pause. For decades, fans believed his greatest love songs were performances. Now we know they were promises. Promises whispered in hospital rooms. Promises carried through sleepless nights. Promises that did not break when her hand slipped from his. This is not the story of a superstar. This is the story of a husband who still sets a place for her in his memories. Of a man who sings not to an audience — but to the love of his life, wherever she may be. Because for Engelbert, love was never about spotlight or roses. It was loyalty through suffering. Devotion through fading strength. A bond that outlived breath itself. And perhaps that is why his words cut so deeply now. True love doesn’t die when a heartbeat stops. It lingers — in photographs, in melodies, in quiet conversations with the past. It lives on in every note he sings… and in every tear shed by those who finally understand that the greatest romance of his life was never written in lyrics — but in a lifetime of unwavering love.