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The Reason for the Season

To the tune of Winter Wonderland
Doorbells ring, are you listening 
From here to Maine, the snow is glistening 
When friends come in sight, the love and the light 
You know that they're the reason for the season
Come to stay is your brother, your baby sister and your mother 
We'll all get along, the light our love song 
You know that they're the reason for the season
In the morning we'll share all our presents 
As the children's faces light up bright 
They'll say is it magic? We'll say yes sir!
And that love will be with them for all their life
Sing my song, to inspire 
A love that burns, like the fire 
The friends that we've made, for family we've prayed 
You know that they're the reason for the season
Lyrics by Tomorrow Sweetwater
Copyright 2016 The Sweet Tom Fund. 

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