| Singing carols
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| Stringing popcorn
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| Making footprints in the snow
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| Mem’ries
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| Christmas mem’ries
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| They’re the sweetest ones I know
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| Cookies baking
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| In the kitchen
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| Cards and ribbons
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| Everywhere
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| Frosty Christmas mem’ries
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| Float like snowflakes in the air
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| And oh the joy of waking Christmas morning
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| The fam’ly round the tree
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| We had a way of making Christmas morning
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| As merry as can be
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| I close my eyes and see
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| Shiny faces
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| Of all the children
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| Who now have children of their own
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| Funny
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| But come December
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| I remember every Christmas I’ve known
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| We had a way of making Christmas morning
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| As merry as can be
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| I close my eyes and see
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| Those shiny faces
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| Of all the children who now have children
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| Of their own
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| It’s funny
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| But come December
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| When I remember
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| Every Christmas I’ve ever known
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| Singing carols
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| Stringing popcorn
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| Shiny faces of all the children
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| Precious mem’ries
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| Of every Christmas
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| I’ve known |