Lyrics

Pull the night up over my arms You trim the tree, I'll put up the star I'll wear that sweater that's down to my knees And you will kiss the freckles on both of my cheeks And we will sing Our own Christmas song Ooooo I'll push the hair back from your eye So when you wake there'll be snow in the sky You sing so softly that only we hear About the love you promised for all of our years And we will sing our own Christmas song Ooooo You pull the night up over my arms You trim the tree I'll put up the star I'll wear that sweater that's down to my knees And you will kiss the freckles on both of my cheeks And we will sing Our own Christmas song Ooooo
Writer(s): William Frederick Schmidt, Rachel Alexandria Duvall-schmidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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