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Gather around the logs and start a fire
It's cold and crisp and wrapped in white
Ending all the other summers here
We'll sing the songs and drink the wine
Smell the burning piles of pines
Think of loved ones as we gather near
It's almost here
Family around and stories old
I bring the tree in from the cold
And count the days until the coming morn
Chocolate melting in our mugs
And children sitting on the rug
Tell the story of the baby born
On Christmas morn
On Christmas morn
All the stars are shining down this silent snowy night
Sleep is hard to find but for the time
The hills and all the valleys around are blanketed in white
Tomorrow we'll be up before the sun
It's Christmas
It's Christmas
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