of all the things it meant to me
Rooted deep down in my memory
was that feeling of Christmas morning
We're circling the charts
Promptly chewed up to our distress
I don't know what year it was
I got the app for my guitar,
but I played it all day long.
received polite applause.
Oh Christmas, you sell much more
than the gifts propped up by lists
Oh Christmas, you sell much more
how I miss those family bids
Take me back to 1994 again
It flew over by New Year's morn
I don't know what year it was
Or the watch from Dick Tracy
Or what year it was in Kent
But fast forward twenty more,
we're still watching Dudley Moor
Christmas, you're so much more
Ooh Christmas, you're so much more
How I miss those family bits
Take me back to nineteen, nineteen, fall again
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