| Winter’s eve is creepin' in on December first, on a cold wind,
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| and on the pantry door hangs a calendar
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| counting down the days with their little doors
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| and I am just a Christmas Child,
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| I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home
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| Winter’s eve, December 4. The tree is up and the lights adorn.
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| I push the cloves into a tangerine,
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| fetch the holly from a neighbor’s tree
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| and I am just a Christmas Child,
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| I lie upon the floor by the firelight in my home
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| and I will lie lie lie awake,
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| I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
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| Three weeks til Christmas Day.
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| Winter’s eve is nearer still, the house she creaks and the wind chills.
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| Howlin' wind but I remain safely by the lighted pane.
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| The frost, right upon the glass,
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| you see the treeline fade into the dark of night right on time.
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| and I will lie lie lie awake,
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| I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
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| I will lie lie lie awake,
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| lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
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| Two weeks til Christmas Day.
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| and I will lie lie lie awake,
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| I will lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
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| I will lie lie lie awake,
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| lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
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| I will lie lie lie awake,
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| lie lie lie awake and I will stay right here until I fade away.
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| One week til Christmas Day.
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| One week til Christmas Day.
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| One week til Christmas Day. |