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1994 Christmas Fable ( Tic - Toc, Tic - Toc )
Tic - toc, tic - tic, the old year passes by
And as falls gives way to winter winds
With our Christian creed, we do abide
We bedeck our halls with merriment
Hark the Harold Angels Sing
Silent Night and Jingle Bells
Throughout our homes, do ring
Tic - toc, tic- toc, trim the fresh cut tree
Don it with the brightest lights
For our neighbors all to see
Oh Come All Ye Faithful
Blue-light special on aisle two
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
We've saved the very best for you
We send our thoughts of love and hope
To those that we hold dear
Then we pack up all of our sentiments
To send out again next year
Tic - toc, tic- toc, Christmas passes by
There is no more, The First Noel
Or Angels Heard On High
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
Is a memory of the past
And Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Has flown home just as fast
Perhaps this year, like years gone by
In the tradition we adore
We'll leave the lights, the cards, the hymns
And the wreath upon our door
Tic - toc, tic - toc, as the new years passes by
Let's not forget our Christian creed
Or put it upon a shelf to die
We'll send our thoughts of love and hope
To those that we hold dear
We'll gaze upon the cards you've sent
We'll hold Christmas throughout the year...
L.A.McNabb
13 December, 1994
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
And as falls gives way to winter winds
With our Christian creed, we do abide
We bedeck our halls with merriment
Hark the Harold Angels Sing
Silent Night and Jingle Bells
Throughout our homes, do ring
Tic - toc, tic- toc, trim the fresh cut tree
Don it with the brightest lights
For our neighbors all to see
Oh Come All Ye Faithful
Blue-light special on aisle two
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
We've saved the very best for you
We send our thoughts of love and hope
To those that we hold dear
Then we pack up all of our sentiments
To send out again next year
Tic - toc, tic- toc, Christmas passes by
There is no more, The First Noel
Or Angels Heard On High
It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
Is a memory of the past
And Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Has flown home just as fast
Perhaps this year, like years gone by
In the tradition we adore
We'll leave the lights, the cards, the hymns
And the wreath upon our door
Tic - toc, tic - toc, as the new years passes by
Let's not forget our Christian creed
Or put it upon a shelf to die
We'll send our thoughts of love and hope
To those that we hold dear
We'll gaze upon the cards you've sent
We'll hold Christmas throughout the year...
L.A.McNabb
13 December, 1994
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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1994 Christmas Fable ( Tic - Toc, Tic - Toc )
1994 Christmas Fable ( Tic - Toc, Tic - Toc )