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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