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Christmas is coming, I can tell by the smiles |
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I remember the snowflakes that fell from the sky |
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And covered the village that lay sleeping below |
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Thank goodness this season will never grow old. |
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I look through my window well into the night |
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Watching and waiting and hoping I might |
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See one little reindeer fly through the snow |
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Thank goodness this season will never grow old. |
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Christmas is coming, may joy fill your home |
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And the spirit be with you wherever you go. |
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Christmas is coming, may joy fill your home |
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And the spirit be with you wherever you go. |
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Trees with full branches were the first ones to go |
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I remember the children who came to the door |
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And sang out the carols we all used to know |
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Thank goodness this season will never grow old. |
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All round the fire, the warmth of the flame |
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Tip-toeing softly trying not to awake |
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The ones who lie waiting for good things you know |
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Thank goodness this season will never grow old. |
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Christmas is coming, may joy fill your home |
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And the spirit be with you wherever you go... |
