Going home for Christmas
In the dear, dear long ago years
Recalls the sweetest memories
Along with treasures and tears.
Going home for Christmas
To the scenes of red and green,
A star from the window gleaming
Through tinsels of silver sheen.
Going home for Christmas
Where the winds of love doth blow,
And chimes sound the old, old story
Of the Christ child long ago.
V.C.
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