| Well, there’s somethin' about Christmas morning
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| I say there’s somethin' about Christmas morning
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| The way that me and my brother would be coming down the stairs
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| ‘Cause we couldn’t wait to see what Santa Claus had left
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| How he got down the chimney, no we never understood
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| And why dad would wake up with cookie crumbs on his chest
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| Yeah, there’s somethin' about Christmas morning
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| I say there’s somethin' about Christmas morning
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| The sound of all the neighbors out playing in the snow
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| The smell of the firewood burning
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| Ain’t nobody working, ain’t no cars on the road
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| The only time of the year when the work stops turning
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| There’s somethin' about Christmas morning
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| I say there’s somethin', oh yeah, about Christmas morning
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| There’s grandma in the kitchen mixing up the mashed potatoes
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| Daddy’s got his new boots, he said made from alligators
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| Bobby got a train set and he’s putting it together
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| I stare out the window wishing this would last forever
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| Saying somethin' about Christmas morning
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| I said there’s something, oh yes, about Christmas morning
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| About that Christmas morning, oh, yes, about Christmas morning
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| Oooh, hoo, about Christmas morning
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| Well there’s somethin' about Christmas morning
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| I say there’s somethin' about Christmas morning
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| I can’t wait, yeah, I can’t wait. |
| Christmas morning |