| The branches have traded their leaves for white sleeves
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| All warm-blooded creatures make ghosts as they breathe
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| Scarves are wrapped tightly like gifts under trees
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| Christmas lights tangle in knots annually
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| Our families huddle closely
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| Betting warmth against the cold
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| But our bruises seem to surface
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| Like mud beneath the snow
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| So we sing carols softly, as sweet as we know
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| A prayer that our burdens will lift as we go
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| Like young love still waiting under mistleto
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| We’ll welcome dcember with tireless hope
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| Let our bells keep on ringing
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| Making angels in the snow
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| May the melody disarm us
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| When the cracks begin to show
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| Like the petals in our pockets
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| May we remember who we are
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| Unconditionally cared for
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| By those who share our broken hearts
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| The table is set and our glasses are full
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| Though pieces go missing, may we still feel whole
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| We’ll build new traditions in place of the old
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| Cause life without revision will silence our souls
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| Let the bells keep on ringing
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| Making angels in the snow
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| May the melody surround us
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| When the cracks begin to show
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| Like the petals in our pockets
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| May we remember who we are
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| Unconditionally cared for
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| By those who share our broken hearts
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| As gentle as feathers, the snow piles high
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| Our world gets rewritten and retraced every time
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| Like fresh plates and clean slates, our future is white
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| New year’s resolutions will reset tonight |