(Sung to the tune of “White Christmas,”…obviously, I guess)
I’m dreaming of a green Christmas,
just like the ones I never knew,
with the flowers blooming
and sea birds zooming
across the crystal sky so blue.
I’m dreaming of a green Christmas
despite the Christmas cards I’ve seen.
May your snow be sparkling and clean,
but may all our Christmases be green.
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