. That keeps as singing-with deep devotion. The magic of music-a dream of tomorrow. It keeps us singing without a sorrow. 2. She went to a studio she sang her songs. Nobody liked it what did she wrong
mistletoe. And presents under the tree. Christmas eve will find me. Where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas. If only in my dreams. I'll be home for Christmas. You can count on me. Please have