.It's getting to be that time of year>When the snow piles up outside my window
The smell of evergreen is in the air>And Frosty the Snowman's on the radio
Climb up to the attic the coloured lights
Rolled up in old newspaper>The plastic baby Jesus, the Three Wise Men
And the gold F.
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