Decking the halls
I dont believe in santa anymore
my presents extend beyond the tree
The reality of life has threatened to steal my shine
my joy flows abundantly
My passion is my purpose
my heart is not contained in this body
being purified by the fire
my only choice is to sing

my presents extend beyond the tree
The reality of life has threatened to steal my shine
my joy flows abundantly
My passion is my purpose
my heart is not contained in this body
being purified by the fire
my only choice is to sing
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