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Christmas
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Words by J. Popper Music by T. Anastasio and J. Popper Comes the time for Christmas
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And I really have to ask
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If this is feeling merry
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How much longer must it last
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I wish a one horse open sleigh
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Would come carry me away
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But I've been waiting here all day
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And one just hasn't come my way
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Now excuse me if I'm not being reverent
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But I was hoping for a miracle to hold me, wash me
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Save me from my righteous doubt as I watch helpless
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And everybody sings
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If it's Chanukah or Kwanza
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Solstice, harvest or December twenty-fifth
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Peace on earth to everyone
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And abundance to everyone you're with
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Laha da da da da da
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Da da da da da da da da da da da
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La da da da da da da da
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La da da da da da da da da
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Laha da da da da
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Laha da da da da
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Comes the time for Christmas
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And as you raise your Yuletide flask
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There's like this feeling that you carry
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As if from every Christmas past
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It's as if each year it grows
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It's like you feel it in your toes
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And on and on your carol goes
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Harvesting love among your woes
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I want to buy into the benevolent
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And I was hoping for a miracle to hold me, wash me
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Make me know what it's about
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As the longing in me makes me want to sing
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Noel or Navidad
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Season celebration or just the end of the year
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Christmas can mean anything
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And I mean to keep its hope forever near
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Laha da da da da da
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Da da da da da da da da da da da
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La da da da da da da da da
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La da da da da da da da da da
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Laha da da da da
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Laha da da da da
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As if a cold and frozen soul is warm to love
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By loves own hand
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So goes the prayer if for a day peace on earth
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And good will to man
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At twenty below the winter storm it billows
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But the fire is so warm inside
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And the children while nestled in their pillows
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Dream of St. Nicholas's ride
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And how the next day they'll get up and they will play
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In the still falling Christmas snow
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And together we'll celebrate forever
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In defiance of the winds that blow
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My god in heaven now I feel like I'm seven
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And spirit calls to me as well
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As if Christmas had made the winter warmer
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Made a paradise from what was hell
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As if a cold and frozen soul is warm to love
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By loves own hand
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So goes the prayer if for a day peace on earth
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And good will to man.......
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I wish a one horse open sleigh would come carry me away
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And I'll keep waiting through next May
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Until Christmas comes my way
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Christmas
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Blues Traveler |