A chill from the cold night's shivering air,
Warms me up inside,
I gaze through my window and I'm thinking of you,
Shining in the light,
Feeling aglow, whispering so,
It must be Christmas.

Now you're the smiling image of a glistening tree,
With tinsel in your hair,
Filling all the packages I've wrapped in my dreams,
And now I picture me there,
Feeling aglow, whispering so,
Melting the snow, fire's aglow,
It must be Christmas.

Now we're lost between reality and dreams,
Cause we've found all of the things we want,
And everything we need.

The love that you've given me is keeping me strong,
Every day of the year,
Because I never have to wait very long,
For Christmas to be here,
Feeling aglow, whispering so,
It must be Christmas.
Melting the snow, fire's aglow,
It must be Christmas,
Feeling alright, holding me tight,
It must be Christmas,
Feeling aglow, whispering so,
It must be Christmas,
Melting the snow, fire's aglow,
It must be Christmas,
Feeling alright, holding me tight,
It must be Christmas.

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