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Next Christmas
As I take down the tree
I contemplate and ask
While packing away the ornaments,
"Was this Christmas my last?"
For nearly ever Yuletide
That has come to pass
There's at least one person
I've loved that's passed
And maybe next year
Underneath the Christmas tree
There will be no reason
To leave a gift for me
🎁
I contemplate and ask
While packing away the ornaments,
"Was this Christmas my last?"
For nearly ever Yuletide
That has come to pass
There's at least one person
I've loved that's passed
And maybe next year
Underneath the Christmas tree
There will be no reason
To leave a gift for me
🎁
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