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Cold December evening come, to a hillside home with chimney smoke and amber windows shining.
An old black dog will greet you there. The smell of noble fir is in the air, the bells of Dublin chiming.
And all the children gone and grown, warm the house once more when they come home to be together.
And as the winter settles in, the threat of evening snow brings on a grin - the more the better!
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This is Our Christmas and we're all gonna celebrate it. Just as we have years past - we've got many more years to go.
This is Our Christmas and I don't want no one to take it. And I know we'll all be here, whether in body or in soul.
(The holy and the ivy, when they are both full grown. Of all the trees in the wood, the holy bears the crown.)
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We gather all around once more to read the story, "T'was the Night Before Christmas", and we all end up laughing. Another log's put on the fire. One more toast before we all retire. The Muddy Boot is flowing!
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Cold December evening come, to a hillside home with chimney smoke and amber windows shining.