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Y^Gbou call me down for Christmas cake A^Dblthough that's not a thing, I sigh B^Gbut I take a plate, I take a bite A^Abnd the look that you give me is heavy with pride

Y^Gbou bring me sticks that you find in the wild A^Dbnd I count every one and then hang them O^Gbver the fire with patterns of wire and bow T^Abhen we roll on the carpet and howl in the sn^Aow

Th^Bere is a place that I'm h^Dbome I^Abn condos, ap^Aartments, ^Bin suburbs and islands T^Ahere is a f^Bace that I ^Dbknow A^Abnd wherever it is I find that my Christma^Gbs isn't cold

Yo^Gbu wake me up by dumping presents On^Db my bed and forcing my head In^Gbto a hat that's red and white Th^Aben it's up to the roof for a snowball fight

Y^Gbou get the brandy and offer me some A^Dblthough we both know I'm too young A^Gbnd when I refuse you're amused then pass out S^Abo I turn on the reruns and watch them with you on the c^Aouch

T^Bhere is a place that I'm ^Dbhome I^Abn condos, ap^Aartments, in ^Bsuburbs and islands T^Ahere is a f^Bace that I k^Dbnow A^Abnd wherever it is I find that my Christ^Gbmas isn't cold T^Gbhat my Christmas isn't cold

It^Gb's the end of the day and it's way too late Bu^Dbt I log in just to say "Hi!" Wh^Gbat's up? What did you get? What was your Christm^Abas like?

^AThere is a ^Bplace that I'm ^Dbhome I^Abn condos, a^Apartments, in^B suburbs and islands T^Ahere is a f^Bace that I k^Dbnow ^AbAnd wherever it is I find that my Christma^Gbs isn't cold M^Gby Christmas isn't c^Eold (x6) H^Gbo, ho, ho...h^Dbome