(Db)Am ber called her un cle, plugged said, “We’re up (Bbm)aunt here for the hol i day.

er.” Jane (Ab)Tim and I were hav ing Sol stice, now we need a (Eb)place to stay.” ther.

And (Db)her Christ up lov ing un cle “The pies watched are his (Bbm)wife hang Mar y on a tree, en.

he (Fm)watched his son hang (Db)can dy canes all (Bbm)made with red dye num (Eb)a ber three.

He (Ab)told his neice, “It’s Christ mas Eve, I know our life is not your style.” She said, “Christ mas is like Sol (Db)stice, and we miss you and it’s been a while.”

So the Chris tians and the pa gans sat to geth er at the ta ble.

(Ab)Find ing faith and com mon ground the best that they were a ble.

And (Fm)just be fore the meal was served, ing hands (Eb)ma were held and prayers old ing, were ’cause said, when (Fm)send ing hope for peace on earth to (Bbm)all their gods and (Eb)god (Ab)dess es.

The (Db)food was great, the un tree the in, the meal (Bbm)aunt had gone with out a hitch er.” ’til (Ab)Tim my turned to Am ber and said, “Is it true that (Eb)you’re a witch?” ther.

His (Db)mom jumped bout and ing broth said, “The pies how are they (Bbm)burn ing,” and she hit the kitch en.

And (Fm)it was Jane who (Db)spoke, she said, “It’s (Bbm)true, your cous in’s not (Eb)a Chris tian.

But (Ab)we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share.

And you find ma be gic from (Db)your God and we find ma gic ev ’ry where.”

So the Chris tians and the pa gans sat to geth er at the ta ble.

(Ab)Find ing faith and com mon ground the best that they were a ble.

And (Fm)where does ma gic come from?

I ing think (Eb)ma gic’s in the learn old ing, were ’cause now and (Fm)Chris tians sit with pa gans, on ly (Bbm)pump kin pies are (Eb)burn (Ab)ing.

cold.

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