That's Christmas To Me
A joyful celebration
His birth to celebrate
The spirit of Christmas
What does it really mean?
Guess people do not know
When did it start?
As far as I know
It’s a season of love
The thought matters much
When you give your love
On the day of Christmas
We are missing too much
A time to remember
The night of winter
Back into the place
Where there's warmth in the cold
Angels are singing
That’s Christmas to me
In a holy one night
There’s peace and serenity
When it’s December
We rush into the malls
To buy something good
Just for our love ones
Month of December
Everyone’s wishing
The spirit of Christmas
It is so real amazing
So how do we define
The word Christmas?
It is not what we see in eyes
But one that is felt
Felt in our hearts
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