(Come dear family...)
Come dear family, gather round our Christmas tree;
Let us spend a little time in love and harmony.
The birds are gone, the world is white,
the winds are wild, they chill and bite;
the ground is thick with slush and sleet,
and I can barely feel my feet.
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