The blast of December calls,
He builds, in the starlight clear and cold,
A palace of ice where his torrent falls,
With turret, and arch, and fretwork fair,
And pillars blue as the summer air.
All the magic of December
Is like a circus leaving town
All I wanna do is to follow it around
Cause everybody wishes it was Christmas all year 'round
Its night before its afternoon.
December is here before its June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
The world is wrapped in a white winter hair.
The scent of pine fills the cold rooms,
Hearts shine in the magic of Christmas dreams.
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It reminds me of the winter fires we would always build
Hiding from the cold is always warmer in your arms
Whenever you are kissing me, it is Christmas in my heart
Lord Melchett: "And compliments of the season to you, Blackadder. May the Yuletide log slip from your fire and burn your house down."
Santa: "That stupid holiday makes billions of people feel love and happiness."
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
When everyone comes home
With all this Christmas cheer
It's hard to be alone
"Dude, it's mid January."
And brief the mid-day's sunny hours;
The wind-swept forest seems to sigh
For the sweet time of leaves and flowers.
"Dude, it's the middle of February."