The branches have traded their leaves for white sleeves
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All warm-blooded creatures make ghosts as they breathe
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Scarves are wrapped tightly like gifts under trees
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Christmas lights tangle in knots annually
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Our families huddle closely
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Betting warmth against the cold
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But our bruises seem to surface
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Like mud beneath the snow
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So we sing carols softly, as sweet as we know
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A prayer that our burdens will lift as we go
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Like young love still waiting under mistletoe
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We'll welcome december with tireless hope
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Let our bells keep on ringing
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Making angels in the snow
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May the melody disarm us
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When the cracks begin to show
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Like the petals in our pockets
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May we remember who we are
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Unconditionally cared for
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By those who share our broken hearts
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The table is set and our glasses are full
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Though pieces go missing, may we still feel whole
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We'll build new traditions in place of the old
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'cause life without revision will silence our souls
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So let the bells keep on ringing
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Making angels in the snow
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May the melody surround us
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When the cracks begin to show
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Like the petals in our pockets
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May we remember who we are
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Unconditionally cared for
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By those who share our broken hearts
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As gentle as feathers, the snow piles high
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Our world gets rewritten and retraced every time
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Like fresh plates and clean slates, our future is white
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New year's resolutions will reset tonight
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Snow
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Sleeping At Last |