The sun is shining, the grass is green
The orange and palm trees sway,
There's never been such a day
in Quito E-C-U-A,
But it's December the 24th
and I am thinking of folks up north
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
May your days be merry and bright
and may all your Christmases be white!
The orange and palm trees sway,
There's never been such a day
in Quito E-C-U-A,
But it's December the 24th
and I am thinking of folks up north
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
May your days be merry and bright
and may all your Christmases be white!
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The rain is falling
The grass is dead
The lights on the housetops sway
There is often this sort of day
In southern Indiana's way
But it is December the 24th
And I am glad that I am not up North!
I am thinking of you and missing you on this Christmas Eve. Although you are far away, I feel your presence in my heart as I always do. I love you and wish you the merriest of days and great times with your friends in Quito. xoxo to Tobey, my grandcat!
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