It’s not a time or a place
	But a feeling I cannot shake
I see white trees, sparkling tops, and shiny red pops
	Hear footsteps at the door 
Wind blowing frost galore 
Smells of ginger, chocolate and spice
Red ribbons flowing through all those lights

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Those are the days, memories of Christmas 
Those are the days I recall
Those are my memories of Christmas, when will I see them again?

White flakes melting on my tongue 
	Nutmeg and sugar stirred into fun
I watch those paws jingle the bells
	Young faces open shiny bikes, baby dolls and train rails