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We come in from our travels |
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Lay our gifts beneath the tree |
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My mother's in the kitchen |
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The parade is on TV |
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My father's with his father |
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They're setting out some toys |
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The kids all want the train he's had |
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Since he was a boy |
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To be with You, to be with You |
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I love this time of year |
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It always brings me here |
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To be with You |
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I fall in with my sisters |
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Just like when we were young |
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My grandma holds the baby |
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She rocks and softly hums |
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We gather round the table |
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We close our eyes and sing |
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Praise God from whom all blessings flow |
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To be with You, to be with You |
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I love this time of year |
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It always brings me here |
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To be with You |
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Praise God from whom all blessings flow |
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We set our milk and cookies |
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The kids are quick to bed |
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They know St. Nick is coming |
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And nothing need be said |
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We gather by the fire |
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Reminiscing by its light |
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The kids will be up early |
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But it's hard to say goodnight |
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To be with You, to be with You |
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I love this time of year |
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It always brings me here |
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To be with You, to be with You |
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I love this time of year |
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It always brings me here |
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To be with You |
