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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 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
my Christmas isn't cold (x6)
Ho, ho, ho...home.

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