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The lending and spending the receipts that are pending

Not so important in the mind set that's trending

The sharing of truths, is showing the proof that we want to change by return

The magic and mystery, as we look back at our history, it seems to be what's missing

For the simplest times we think are behind, still live in all there glory, inside our child mind, each of us have a very special story

The heart holds the memories that awaken in you, with smell of cookies, the lights color filled view

The child still alive in a body that has weathered, a mind that's distracted by the practical order

Yet inside we hold the magic as if a hoarder.

So much time has come and gone, so much has life changed as we walked along

The past can seem buried without notice of absence

Then Rudolph turns fifty, the child still watching, my god how time passes

Sparking the flame of the magic again as the misfits get chances, Herby pulls teeth
Clarice remains sweet and Yukon sings and dances.

Frosty still holds to the statement he made, the Grinch still at his endeavor

Charlie Browns tree lives inside you and me and is more glorious than ever