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You wait for the car to pull up in the snow
So cold but Lord it feels so much like home
Every year, when the families all here
You look down, through your breath at your feet
You think of Christmas day, and what it really means
You wait for sound, a choir of angels singing
Hark how the bells, with candles Christmas Eve
It feels like home to me, we celebrate the birth
Of Christ the King...
What Christmas really means...
You look at the stars that fill the winter sky
All the same stars that shown that fateful night
In Bethlehem, on the savior of man
You hold hands around the table Christmas Day
Bless this house, and Bless this family; it's in
Your name we pray...
You wait for sound, a choir of angels singing
Hark how the bells, with candles Christmas Eve
It feels like home to me, we celebrate the birth
Of Christ the King...
What Christmas really means
The birth of Christ the King
Let all the children sing
What Christmas really means...
You wait for sound, a choir of angels singing
Hark how the bells, with candles Christmas Eve
It feels like home to me, we celebrate the birth
Of Christ the King...
What Christmas really means
The birth of Christ the King
Let all the children sing
What Christmas really means
The birth of Christ the King