| The kind we used to have back home a long time ago.
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| December, brings back a scene that I remember.
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| The lighted christmas trees and windows at night
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| so cheerful and bright, and all the world a wonderland
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| (all covered with white.)
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| Children sound asleep on christmas eve, they’re dreaming dreams of make believe,
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| and you can bet tomorrow, they’ll be thrilled when they awake to find their
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| stockings filled.
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| December,
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| These are the things that I remember.
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| And, so no matter what my fortune may be, or where I may rome,
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| In December, I’ll be going home.
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| You’ll find the children all asleep on christmas eve, they’re dreaming dreams
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| of make believe.
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| You can bet tomorrow, they’ll be thrilled when they awake to find their
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| stockings filled.
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| December,
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| These are the things that I remember.
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| And, so no matter what my fortune may be, or where I may rome,
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| In December, I’ll be going home.
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| In December, (december) I’ll be going home.
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| In December, I’ll be going home. |