| Let’s close our eyes and make believe,
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| In all the ways we used to see,
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| A magic world of fantasy,
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| When we were kids on Christmas morning,
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| Sometimes it feels like growing up,
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| Kills all the mystery of being young,
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| And who I am now loses touch,
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| With that kid on Christmas morning,
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| But I can’t deny the feeling,
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| But when I hold you close I know,
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| The truth in every story told,
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| And anything is possible,
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| I believe just like a kid on Christmas morning.
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| So keep the fire bright for me,
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| Oh my friends and family,
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| I might not make it for Christmas eve,
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| But I’ll be there on Christmas morning,
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| And I can’t deny the feeling,
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| And when I hold you close I know,
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| The truth in every story told,
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| And anything is possible,
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| I believe just like a kid on Christmas morning.
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| And as I lay me down to sleep,
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| And pray the Lord my soul to keep,
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| When I wake it’s you I see,
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| And I feel just like a kid on Christmas morning. |