| Nothing says Christmas like a party out at my great aunts,
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| out on the front lawn, some things never change.
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| A manger scene, wise man, and herd of sheep so fantastic,
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| hard covered plastic blinking in the yard.
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| Red punch, green punch, Brach holiday mints and some peanuts.
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| The more things stay the same you know, the more they stay the same.
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| Red punch, green punch, silver bowl of mints and some peanuts,
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| the great aunts of the world you know will never change their game.
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| Figurines like memories,
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| ceramics pulled from the basement, fire-glazed in 1963.
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| Silent night music box, travel back in time
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| when Christmas always always shines.
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| Red punch, green punch, Brach holiday mints and some peanuts.
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| The more things stay the same you know,
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| the more they stay the same.
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| Red punch, green punch, silver bowl of mints and some peanuts,
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| the great aunts of the world you know will never change their game.
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| The poor years, the war years, the 50s and the 60s and the born years,
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| Christmas in the 70s and the early 80s never fade.
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| Red punch, green punch,
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| never thought that I could miss it so much.
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| The more things change, you know,
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| I think some things should stay the same.
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| Red punch, green punch, silver bowl of mints and some peanuts,
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| the great aunts of the world may come and go
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| but they never change their game. |