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von PhemieC

You call me down for Christmas cake
Although that′s not a thing, I sigh
But I take a plate, I take a bite
And the look that you give me is heavy with pride

You bring me sticks that you find in the wild
And I count every one and then hang them
Over the fire with patterns of wire and bow
Then we roll on the carpet and howl in the snow

There is a place that I'm home
In condos, apartments, in suburbs and islands
There is a face that I know
And wherever it is
I find that my Christmas isn′t cold

You wake me up by dumping presents
On my bed and forcing my head
Into a hat that's red and white
Then it's up to the roof for a snowball fight


You get the brandy and offer me some
Although we both know I′m too young
And when I refuse you′re amused then pass out
So I turn on the reruns and watch them with you on the couch

There is a place that I'm home
In condos, apartments, in suburbs and islands
There is a face that I know
And wherever it is
I find that my Christmas isn′t cold
That my Christmas isn't cold

It′s the end of the day and it's way too late
But I log in just to say "Hi!
What′s up? What did you get? What was your Christmas like?"


There is a place where I'm home
In condos, apartments, in suburbs and islands
There is a face that I know
And wherever it is
I find that my Christmas isn't cold
My Christmas isn′t cold
My Christmas isn′t cold
My Christmas isn't cold
My Christmas isn′t cold
My Christmas isn't cold
My Christmas isn′t co, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, home