Christmas Magic
Kissing you under the mistletoe led to bigger things
I received a Christmas gift that night that Santa cannot bring
Being naughty can sometimes be nice no matter what they say
I had a smile across my face all that Christmas Day
The stockings I was thinking of were not hung up with care
They were taken off with other clothes and flung over a chair
Unwrapping our gifts at the same time late on Christmas Eve
Makes the idea of Christmas magic something I still believe
It’s the gift that keeps on giving, all throughout the year
I cannot help but think about it, every time that you come near
But receiving it on Christmas Eve is somehow special on that night
No other present under the Christmas tree can fit me just as right
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