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I'm on my way to Germany in a day or so, and here's my theme song to while away the hours 'til my arrival:
Snow
It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow
Snow
I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow
Snow
I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow
Snow
Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow
Where it's snowing
All winter through
That's where I want to be
Snowball throwing
That's what I'll do
How I'm longing to ski
Through the
Snow
Those glist'ning houses that seem to be built of snow
Snow
Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow
What is Christmas with no snow?
No white Christmas with no snow?
Snow
I'll soon be there with snow
I'll wash my hair with snow
And with a spade of snow
I'll build a man that's made of snow
I'd love to stay up with you but
I recommend a little shuteye
Go to sleep
And dream
Of snow
Snow
Snow
Snow
Snow
Irving Berlin, 1954, White Christmas
Sunday, December 11, 2005
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