| 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 Christmas is coming, may joy fill your home
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| And the spirit be with you wherever you go 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 Christmas is coming, may joy fill your home
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| And the spirit be with you wherever you go |