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  1. December will be magic again.
    Take a husky to the ice
    While Bing Crosby sings White Christmas. He makes you feel nice.
    December will be magic again.
    Old Saint Nicholas up the chimney,
    Just a-popping up in my memory.

    Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
    The white city, she is so beautiful
    Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
    Ooh, and see how I fall.
    See how I fall
    (« Fall! ») [backwards]
    Like the snow.

    Come to cover the lovers.
    (Cover the lovers,
    But don’t you wake them up.)
    Come to sparkle the dark up.
    (Sparkle the dark up,
    With just a touch of make-up.)
    Come to cover the muck up.
    (Cover the muck up,
    Ooh, with a little luck.)

    December will be magic again.
    Light the canDLe-lights
    To conjure Mr. Wilde
    Into the Silent Night.
    Ooh, it’s quiet inside,
    Here in Oscar’s mind.

    December will be magic again.
    Don’t miss the brightest star.
    Kiss under mistletoe.
    I want to hear you laugh.
    Don’t let the mystery go now.

    Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
    The white city, she is so beautiful
    Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
    Ooh, and see how I fall.
    See how I fall
    (« Fall! ») [backwards]
    Like the snow.

    Come to cover the lovers.
    (Cover the lovers,
    But don’t you wake them up.)
    Come to sparkle the dark up.
    (Sparkle the dark up,
    With just a touch of make-up.)
    Come to cover the muck up
    (Cover the muck up,
    Ooh, with a little luck.)

    Oh, I’m coming to cover the lovers.
    Ooh, and I’m coming to sparkle the dark up.

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