| There’s an old Christmas card in an old dusty trunk
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| And it brings back sweet mem’ries dear to me
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| Though it’s faded and worn it’s as precious as the morn
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| When I found it neath our first Christmas tree
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| I thrill with every word every line guess I’m always sentimental round this time
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| Pardon me if a tear falls among my Christmas cheer
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| It’s the mem’ry of an old Christmas card
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| You know I don’t know why I get to feeling sentimental about this time every
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| year
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| But every time I see a Christmas card I somehow can’t help reminiscing
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| About the very first Christmas that you and I spent together
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| What a beautiful Christmas card you gave me that year
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| Why I know you must have looked through thousands of cards
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| To find that wonderful poem that still brings a tear to my eye
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| I thrill with every word every line… |