What time is it? Is it that time again? When snow will be falling, friends will be calling. You know it's time when, there'll be carolers singing Silent Night. I love when they sing, the feeling it brings , it's warm as a fire is bright. Soon there'll be toys for good girls and boys, and reindeer are heading our way. Yes, and Santa will come down the chimney above. There's one thing I wanted to say.
I wish every day could be like Christmas. And if I could have one wish come true, I wish every day could be full of peace and harmony.
I saw a child sit with old Mr. Clause, looked him in the eye and he asked old Santa what peace on earth was. Now the old man grew cautious, on how he would say. That it's the greatest gift what you could give, every day.
Now the mistle-toe and the house aglow. All the world seems at ease tonight. And all that I ask when these precious moments pass, is why can't every day be so bright..?
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