We come in from our travels
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Lay our gifts beneath the tree
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My mother's in the kitchen
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The parade is on TV
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My father's with his father
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They're setting out some toys
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The kids all want the train he's had
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Since he was a boy
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To be with You, to be with You
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I love this time of year
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It always brings me here
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To be with You
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I fall in with my sisters
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Just like when we were young
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My grandma holds the baby
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She rocks and softly hums
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We gather round the table
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We close our eyes and sing
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Praise God from whom all blessings flow
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To be with You, to be with You
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I love this time of year
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It always brings me here
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To be with You
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Praise God from whom all blessings flow
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We set our milk and cookies
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The kids are quick to bed
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They know St. Nick is coming
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And nothing need be said
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We gather by the fire
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Reminiscing by its light
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The kids will be up early
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But it's hard to say goodnight
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To be with You, to be with You
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I love this time of year
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It always brings me here
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To be with You, to be with You
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I love this time of year
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It always brings me here
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To be with You
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To Be With You
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Sara Groves |