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Little bells ringing, red ribbon bows
The hymns they are singing, the highs and the lows
The green limbs are winking, the presence below
They won’t be the same without you I know
Chocolate letters, spell them together
Sounding initials, let’s make them official
Shapes in old glass hanging, names on stockings
Scripted in cursive
They don’t make them like that anymore
They don’t make them like that anymore
They don’t make them like that anymore
They don’t make them like that
Oldest to youngest, and nearest to furthest
Taking turns wearing the hat
Where do your thoughts go at the first snow
Mine go to the Township of Wainfleet, Ontario
And when I come home and I park in the driveway
When I will be home from a long way away
And back to our family, and our new baby
Though some things are different, some are always the same
But they don’t make them like that anymore
They don’t make them like that anymore
They don’t make them like that anymore
They don’t make them like that
Little bells ringing, red ribbon bows
The hymns they are singing, the highs and the lows
The green limbs are winking, the presence below
They won’t be the same without you I know