There's an old Christmas card in an old dusty trunk,
And it brings back sweet memories dear to me.
'Tho it's faded and worn, it's as precious as the morn,
When I found it 'neath our first Christmas tree.
I thrill with every word, every line,
Guess I'm always sentimental 'round this time,
Pardon me if a tear falls among my Christmas cheer,
It's the memory of an old Christmas card.
Spoken:
You know, I don't know why
I get to feeling sentimental
About this time, every year.
But every time I see a Christmas card,
I somehow can't help reminiscing.
About the very first Christmas
that you and I spent together.
What a beautiful Christmas card
you gave me that year.
Why, I know you must have looked
through thousands of cards to find
that wonderful poem
that still brings a tear to my eyes.
I thrill with every word, every line,
Guess I'm always sentimental 'round this time,
Pardon me if a tear falls among my Christmas cheer,
It's the memory of an old Christmas card...
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