| Suddenly it’s Christmas
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| Right after Hallowe’en
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| Forget about Thanksgiving;
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| It’s just a buffet in between
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| There’s lights and tinsel in the windows;
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| They’re stocking up the shelves;
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| Santa’s slaving at the North Pole
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| In his sweatshop full of elves
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| There’s got to be a build-up
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| To the day that Christ was born:
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| The halls are decked with pumpkins
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| And the ears of Indian corn
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| Dragging through the falling leaves
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| In a one-horse open sleigh
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| Suddenly it’s Christmas
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| Seven weeks before the day
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| Suddenly it’s Christmas
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| The longest holiday
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| When they say «Season's Greetings»
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| They mean just what they say:
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| It’s a season, it’s a marathon
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| Retail eternity
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| It’s not over till it’s over
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| And you throw away the tree
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| Outside it’s positively balmy
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| In the air nary a nip;
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| Suddenly it’s Christmas
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| Unbuttoned and unzipped
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| Yes, they’re working overtime
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| Santa’s little runts;
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| Christmas comes but once a year
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| And goes on for two months
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| Christmas carols in December
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| And November, too;
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| It’s no wonder we’re depressed
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| When the whole thing is through
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| Finally it’s January;
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| Let’s sing «Auld Lang Syne»;
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| But here comes another heartache
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| Shaped like a Valentine
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| Suddenly it’s Christmas
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| The longest holiday
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| The season is upon us;
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| A pox, it won’t go away
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| It’s a season, it’s a marathon
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| Retail eternity
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| It’s not over till it’s over
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| And you throw away the tree
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| No, it’s not over till it’s over
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| And you throw away the tree;
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| It’s still not over till it’s over
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| And you throw away the tree |