'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,
The night before Christmas, the most special time,
But I wont be seeing that fam'ly of mine.
Time for new beginnings, time for new things
I wish I could fly to Jozi with some angel wings.
And in the house in Princess street,
There will be family around to eat.
T'is the night before Christmas, and mine's far away,
T'is the night before Christmas, and if I may,
tomorrow is very special, Christmas day.
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