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Trisha Yearwood The Sweetest Gift

Away in a manger, no crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head The stars in the bright sky, look down where He lay The little Lord

Santa had a cup of coffee and he ate a little snack Thru his pack right over his back Open the windows of his little shack And Shouted Oh Dasher and Dancer

Oh, the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful And since we've no place to go Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow It doesn't show

He was her man, she was his wife And late one winter night He knelt by her as she gave birth But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child Yet still he

The city's decorated up for Christmas All the stores are open late tonight People hurry through the frozen streets I take a walk Every child has a thousand

down from heaven's light The sweetest gift A mother's smile It was a halo bright Sent down from heaven's light The sweetest gift A mother's smile The sweetest gift

Away in a manger No crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus Lay down His sweet head The stars in the bright sky Look down where lay The little Lord Jesus

Santa had a cup of coffee And he ate a little snack Threw his old pack right over his back Opened the windows of his little shack And shouted "Oh Dasher

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody