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| You tuck in the little ones, Who will not go to sleep. You then give hints about presents, Promises you can not keep. You worry about tomorrow, The things you have to do. It's going to be an early day, It all begins with you. You will make it perfect, In every little way. You will work your hardest, Just so they will say, This was the best Christmas ever, Mom, I love you more each day. |
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