| Ah-ah-ah
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| The tree is all trimmed now,
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| The fireplace is aglow,
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| And outside quiet streets,
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| Are all covered with snow,
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| So darling let me tell you,
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| On this day of days,
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| Baby, you’re my Christmas present,
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| My Christmas past, my Christmas always.
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| In the night, church bells ring,
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| Their message, a cheer,
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| And somewhere canvassing,
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| Soon Santa will be here,
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| And this I swear as into,
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| Your warm eyes I gaze,
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| Baby you’re my Christmas present,
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| My Christmas past, my Christmas always.
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| So on this silent night,
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| Let me hold you tight,
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| And make you know just how good love can be,
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| There’s no gift of hope,
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| And no treasure untold,
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| That’s as precious as you are to me.
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| The stars twinkle on high,
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| Our world is so fine,
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| And I wish you Merry Christmas,
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| And as you pour the wine,
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| For you, this toast my darling,
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| As my glass I raise,
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| Baby you’re my Christmas present,
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| My Christmas past, my Christmas always.
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| You’re my Christmas always. |