They are so bright. They light up the night.
Red, yellow, green, blue. Looking at them is what we like to do.
I hear the bells ring. The sweet, neat, songs, people sing, as they go along.
Snow falls on the ground. All around, there's joy to be found.
The weather's cold, but this never gets old.
We hear the sweet music sounds.
We hear the season songs
as we walk along.

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