We step through the door
To enjoy the seasonal
fare
Chestnuts roasting in
the fire
The smell of cinnamon
is in the air
I watched a snow flake
melt
On her glistening auburn hair
As we held hands in
the soft light
Of the Christmas
candle glow
Then I gave her a
little parcel
Tied up in ribbon with
a bow
And I kissed my first
love
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