Christmas left a bit of sparkle behind
I was sorry to sweep it up
I was sorry to sweep it up
Echoes of carolers
pungent cranberry
the majesty of the tree
the humility of the manger
pungent cranberry
the majesty of the tree
the humility of the manger
Memories sure to melt and evaporate
like an icicle in my hand
like an icicle in my hand
Or maybe like a cup of mulled cider by the fire
they will linger to warm my heart
they will linger to warm my heart
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