As I open the book
Let us all take a look
Bells ring out throughout the square
The feeling of Christmas is in the air
A little boy sleeps dreaming of snow
This is New York City you just never know
The vision of a star
The Wise men who travelled far
Unity being a community
Christmas being truly in what you see
A little baby Jesus was a male being he
It’s was a rememorable night
In fact it was silent and no situation of plight
All the stars are shining bright
There’s Rudolf with his nose being a headlight
Oh look a dream did come true
The snow is falling
Well I have no time for stalling
Let’s throw snowballs and see who will fall
A Snowman stands and he is tall
Frosty is his name
A snowman loves to play a game
He’s decked out all in Christmas snow
Frosty moves along with the flow
Well I am starting to yond
This was a story I am very fond
I am falling asleep for sure
Yet my heart is full of joy all in galore
As I lay my head down
I am asleep across town
I will wake up Christmas morning bound
Full of praises will be the sound.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
As I open the book
Let us all take a look
Bells ring out throughout the square
The feeling of Christmas is in the air
A little boy sleeps dreaming of snow
This is New York City you just never know
The vision of a star
The Wise men who travelled far
Unity being a community
Christmas being truly in what you see
A little baby Jesus was a male being he
It’s was a rememorable night
In fact it was silent and no situation of plight
All the stars are shining bright
There’s Rudolf with his nose being a headlight
Oh look a dream did come true
The snow is falling
Well I have no time for stalling
Let’s throw snowballs and see who will fall
A Snowman stands and he is tall
Frosty is his name
A snowman loves to play a game
He’s decked out all in Christmas snow
Frosty moves along with the flow
Well I am starting to yond
This was a story I am very fond
I am falling asleep for sure
Yet my heart is full of joy all in galore
As I lay my head down
I am asleep across town
I will wake up Christmas morning bound
Full of praises will be the sound.
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