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TO THE MISTLETOE

Writer: Paul Weylan Deaver (ASCAP)

Verse 1:
There may not be a snowman in our yard
But there’s a picture of him on our latest card
Good will is in the air, and traffic’s at the mall
Carolers everywhere, and what I love best of all...

Chorus:
My eyes light up like a Christmas tree
Every time I see you looking back at me
They say there’s something special ’bout this time of the year
Well, every day’s a holiday whenever you’re here
So strike a match under that old yule log
And pour another cup of that cold egg nog
Forget about the dishes, let the candle burn low
And lead me to the mistletoe.

Verse 2:
You ask me what I’d like to get this year
I want a set of memories so clear
I’ll add them to the others—ghosts of Christmas past
And baby, in my stocking, stuff a way to make them last.

(Repeat Chorus)

(c) Paul Weylan Deaver