In the land of eternal summer where it doesn’t snow,
in the midst of shining tinsel and blasting thunder storms,
where at times the soul glances at the miles to home
strangers turn to friends and now to family
under the glow of the Christmas tree
And while we may meet again soon or never
maybe someday in summer or drunk silly in the unforgiving weather
this day will be carried in our hearts, wrapped with a silver bow
and forever will live the memories of December,
of Christmas in the iridescent eternal summer.
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