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Way above our little town Sitting high upon the hill The place we all  called Christmas House And I think it sits there still We used to go there sledding No one once chased us away That place we all called Christmas House I wonder if they still sled there today To us it seemed enormous All lit up with lights so bright That place we all called Christmas house I wonder if it's still lit up tonight There was a tree in the front window You could see it from the road The place we all called Christmas House It was a palace when it snowed There were wreaths in all the windows The arbor covered with red bows The place we all called Christmas House I wonder if anybody knows It's been years since I have seen it It gave all our hearts a lift The place we all called Christmas House To visit there, it was a gift We went there every winter We would sled, have snowball fights The place we all called Christmas House Was always lit so bright One thing I remember though In all my time upon the hill The place we all called Christmas House Was always quiet, empty, still I know it's been near forty years Since I left home, moved away The place we all called Christmas House Still sticks with me today It's a memory of a better time When  the winters were much colder The place we all called Christmas House Makes me forget that I got older I've dug out my old sled this year To take home, back to the start To the place we all called Christmas House Is on a hill, and in my heart
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
Christmas House
Way above our little town Sitting high upon the hill The place we all  called Christmas House And I think it sits there still We used to go there sledding No one once chased us away That place we all called Christmas House I wonder if they still sled there today To us it seemed enormous All lit up with lights so bright That place we all called Christmas house I wonder if it's still lit up tonight There was a tree in the front window You could see it from the road The place we all called Christmas House It was a palace when it snowed There were wreaths in all the windows The arbor covered with red bows The place we all called Christmas House I wonder if anybody knows It's been years since I have seen it It gave all our hearts a lift The place we all called Christmas House To visit there, it was a gift We went there every winter We would sled, have snowball fights The place we all called Christmas House Was always lit so bright One thing I remember though In all my time upon the hill The place we all called Christmas House Was always quiet, empty, still I know it's been near forty years Since I left home, moved away The place we all called Christmas House Still sticks with me today It's a memory of a better time When  the winters were much colder The place we all called Christmas House Makes me forget that I got older I've dug out my old sled this year To take home, back to the start To the place we all called Christmas House Is on a hill, and in my heart
roger-turner
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Canadian
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
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