aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa True Spirit come my way
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa immortal Spirit of the day
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa when children's laughter ring
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and all folks want to sing.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Is it because stories tell
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa of a Santa Claus on a trail
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa with a sleigh bursting with toys
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa that make the children jump with joy?
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Is it the lights sparkling bright
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa that warms the cold black night?
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Or, is it the carol songs they sing
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa that fills my heart with joyful things?
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa No, my friend, can you not see
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa these are the least things to me.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa It is a love that can not be described
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa who suffered for us and died.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa The Savior's miraculous touch is a must
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa to bring the true Spirit of Christmas.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa For it was Jesus Christ who was born
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa bringing to us a Christmas morn.
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