I’m dreaming of a Christmas dressed in white
with a red bow bright
sprinkled with green as dark as the night
and fun-time on Santa’s sledge having a ride.
I’m dreaming of a delicious potpie,
bolinhas and cocktails on the table shall lie
and the stockings with presents will occupy
the niche in my heart, so firm so coy.
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