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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