I'll be home for Christmas
To spend that pleasant day
When the spirits gather
To take my blues away.
The memories of youth
Reflect a Christmas tree;
The meaning of time
Comes rushing back to me.
The reasons for giving,
Receiving gifts for love;
The love for our Savior
Who looks down from above.
He too received those gifts,
Appropriate in time,
For those who honored Him,
The Son of God sublime.
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