Christmastime at Our House

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    It’s Christmastime at our house;
    Sweet carols fill the air,
    A tall spruce by the window
    Spills stardust here and there.
    It’s Christmas in the kitchen
    Where warm and spicy smells
    Hint of fruitcakes and cookies
    Shaped like stars and ringing bells.
    It’s Christmas round the fireplace
    With stories told and read;
    Then little ones say silent prayers
    Before they go to bed.
    It’s Christmastime at our house,
    And love is in the air
    For Jesus born so long ago
    And dear ones everywhere.