Wrapping paper everywhere
The sound of little footsteps running up and down the stairs
On Christmas morning at home
The sight of you by fire glow
A quiet moment for a kiss beneath the mistletoe
On Christmas morning at home
Up and down the streets of town
Decorations have been strung
And somewhere in the distance you can hear
Carols being sung
There's one thing I am certain of
The greatest gift is being happy with the ones you love
On Christmas morning at home.
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