We step through the door
To
enjoy the seasonal fare
Chestnuts
roasting in the fire
The
smell of cinnamon is in the air
I
watched a snow flake melt
On
her glistening auburn hair
As
we held hands in the soft light
Of
the Christmas candle glow
Then
I gave her a little parcel
Tied
up in ribbon with a bow
And
I kissed my first love
Beneath
a sprig of mistletoe
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