| The Candles burnin' low,
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| Lots of mistletoe.
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| Lots of snow and ice,
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| Everywhere we go.
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| Choirs singin' carols,
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| Right outside my door.
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| All these things and more, my baby
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| That’s what Christmas means to me, my love
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| Yeah, yeah.
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| And ya know what I’m talkin' about baby
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| I see your smilin' face
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| Like I never seen before
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| And even though I love ya madly
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| You know I love you more
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| And little cards you give me
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| Will touch my heart and soul
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| All these things and more, my baby
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| That’s what Christmas means to me, my love
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| Yeah.
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| I feel like runnin' wild
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| As anxious as a little child
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| Meet beneath the mistletoe
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| Kiss me once and then some more
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| And wish you a Merry Christmas baby
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| And so much happiness in the comin' year
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| Yeah.
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| Deck the halls with holly
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| Sing sweet silent night
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| Fill the tree with angel hair
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| And pretty, pretty lights
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| Go to sleep and wake up
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| Just before daylight
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| All these things and more, my baby
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| That’s what Christmas means to me, my love
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| Yeah, yeah.
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| Ya know what I’m talkin' about baby
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| That’s what Christmas means to me, my love
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| That’s what Christmas means baby
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. |