I be home for Christmas...You can count on me...Please don't have snow, but have Mistletoe and presents under the tree.
Christmas Eve will find me...Where the lovelight gleams...I'll be home for Christmas...Even if I have to walk.
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- The hair is turning grey and falling out, except for the random ones that seem to appear everywhere, and I can tell I am getting older because my Doctors are getting younger. I don’t mind the terms “old” or “middle aged”, but I think I will go with “seasoned”.
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