I had just nodded off, at a quarter past four
when the Spirit of Christmas stepped in thru my door.
With a great show of sparkles, he decked all my halls
in tinsel and twinkles and bright, shining balls.
He spoke to me and then in a whisper of wings.
That's when the Spirit of Christmas smiled.
"Remember, this all began with a child.
Because it took nothing but love to begin it,
it's not really Christmas if love isn't in it."
Your tree may be large as the room will allow
with a big yellow star on the uppermost bough,
I'm sure of one thing.
It is love that makes the angels sing.
And so then, my darling, wherever you roam, may
you always be safe...
may you always come home.
For as long as the world still spins and still hums,
wherever you are, and no matter what comes,
the best part of Christmas will always be
you beneath my Christmas tree.
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