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My, goodness, my goodness, It's Christmas again. The bells are all ringing. I do not know when I've been so excited. The tree is all fixed, The candles are lighted, The pudding is mixed. |
The wreath's on the door And the carols are sung, The presents are wrapped And the holly is hung. The turkey is sitting All safe in its pan, And I am behaving As calm as I can. |