Christmas to Me

Christmas to Me

Christmas to me

Is wherever she might be.

Singing carols With the choir

Haning stockings by the fire.

Making Christmas bows.

Hanging mistletoe.

'Cause where she is, I want to be

That's what Christmas is to me.

Christmas to me

Is as far as I can see.

Pasture fields covered with snow,

White Christmas on the radio.

Children and sleds

And momma's gingerbread.

At home with just the family,

That's what Christmas is to me.

Christmas to me

Is a tall cedar tree.

Decorated and adorned.

With Christmas balls and strings of popcorn.

Tinsel wrapped with care

With webs of angel hair,

A final star atop the tree

That's what Christmas is to me.

Christmas to me

Is the new born baby.

Lying quietly in the hay

When the angels came to say,

"Peace on Earth to men."

And I pray for peace again.

Scenes of the nativity

That's what Christmas is to me.

Christmas to you,

May it never be blue.

And may all your dreams come true:

Merry Christmas to you.

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Lyrics submitted by Vivian.