| Christmas to me is wherever she might be Singing carols with the choir, hanging stocking by the fire
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| Making Christmas bows, hanging mistletoe
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| 'Cause where she is I wanna be, that’s what Christmas is to me
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| Christmas to me is as far as I can see
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| Pasture fields covered with snow, White Christmas on the radio
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| Children in sleighs and mama’s ginger bread
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| At home with just the family, that’s what Christmas is to me
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| Christmas to me is a tall cedar tree
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| Decorated and adorned with Christmas balls and strings of pop corn
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| Tensil wrapped with care with wades of angel hair
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| A final star atop of Christmas tree, that’s what Christmas is to me
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| Christmas to me is the new born baby
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| Lying quietly in the hay when the angels came to say
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| «Peace on earth to man"and I pray for peace again
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| Sing softly Nativity, that’s what Christmas is to me
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| Christmas to you, pray it never be blue
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| And may all your dreams come true
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| Merry Christmas to you |