Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plains,. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains.. . Ooh, ooh, ooh.... Gloria, in excelsis Deo!.
Remember last Christmas Eve. When we sat next to our first tree. Ornaments reflected light. Of a candle in the night. . And I gave you a music box. Back then that seemed like so much.