I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas
Like those ones which used to blow
Where cars are sliding and kids are hiding
When they hear car horns through the snow
Like those ones which used to blow
Where cars are sliding and kids are hiding
When they hear car horns through the snow
I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas
With all those cards I never write
May your days be twisted and high
And may all your Christmases be fly
With all those cards I never write
May your days be twisted and high
And may all your Christmases be fly
I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas
Like those ones which used to blow
Where cars are sliding and kids are hiding
When they hear car horns through the snow
Like those ones which used to blow
Where cars are sliding and kids are hiding
When they hear car horns through the snow
I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas
With all those cards I never write
May your days be twisted and high
And may all your Christmases be fly
With all those cards I never write
May your days be twisted and high
And may all your Christmases be fly
Ed: be fly? Do you think you're Isaac Hayes?
Lighten up. It rhymes. If you want Robert Frost, you'll need to put another quarter in the slot.
Ed: what happened to being nice on Christmas Eve?
It's not just nice, it's excellent if you're warm.
Mystery Lady, come on down. I don't think Yevette has ever owned a snow shovel in her life.
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