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You call me down for christmas cake

Although that's not a thing, I sigh

But I take a plate, I take a bite

And the look that you give me is heavy with pride

You bring me sticks that you find in the wild

And I count every one and then hang them

Over the fire with patterns of wire and bow

Then we roll on the carpet and howl in the snow

There is a place that I'm home

In condos, apartments, in suburbs and islands

There is a face that I know

And wherever it is I find that my christmas isn't cold

You wake me up by dumping presents

On my bed and forcing my head

Into a hat that's red and white,

Then it's up to the roof for a snowball fight

You get the brandy and offer me some

Although we both know I'm too young

And when I refuse you're amused then pass out

So I turn on the reruns and watch them with you on the couch

There is a place that I'm home

In condos, apartments, in suburbs and islands

There is a face that I know

And wherever it is I find that my christmas isn't cold

That my christmas isn't cold

It's the end of the day and it's way too late

But I log in just to say "hi!"

What's up? What did you get? What was your christmas like?

There is a place that I'm home

In condos, apartments, in suburbs and islands

There is a face that I know

And wherever it is I find that my christmas isn't cold

My christmas isn't cold

Ho, ho, ho...home