words. Va', pensiero, sull'ali dorate. Va', ti posa sui clivi, sui colli. Ove olezzano tepide e molli. L'aure dolci del suolo natal. Del Giordano le rive saluta. Di Sione le torri atterrate. Oh mia pa
. It's the most wonderful time of the year. With the kids jingle belling. And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer". It's the most wonderful time of the year. It's the hap-happiest season of all. Wi