I'll be home for Christmas

Cue Christmas music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8t_forzHXzE -No, seriously! Click on this link and listen to this as you read my words, go on! Please click away.), which should be titled Holiday Music, after Halloween and decorations after Thanksgiving, everyone should abide by this principle. Thus I have been listening to Holiday Music and, although I have not a place to decorate or means to decorate, I have been fantasizing about Christmas. So here is a little post to say, Here's to the song I'll be home for Christmas, I have never sang this song with such fervor before...
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree

Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

... I am dreaming about Christmas with my loved ones. I'll be home in a month!
May our Lord, Jesus Christ, fill you with the natural joy that comes with celebrating His upcoming birthday!
All my love,
Gennavieve

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