| Christmas is remembering. . . The road to Santa Claus, The blessed time of childhood That meant so much because. . .  It held the tinseled magic Of fairyland array, When all the world was laughter. . . And life was only play.  Christmas is remembering. . . A tree ablaze with light, The family gathered closely And knowing deep delight.  Exchanging gifts and sharing, The gaiety and song That star the festive season. . . Each time it comes along.  Christmas is remembering. . . Our friends who're far and near, By giving and receiving. . . A season always dear.  The mistletoe and holly, As scarlet tapers glow, The Christ Child in a manger. . . So very long ago.   |
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