I have an old fir tree in my head, a nativity scene underneath
A Saint Joseph with a rubber cane
Was poorly made and I had freight
When I came back to spend three hours in an igloo
What two or three guys did at Guy Rondou's house
I see before my eyes, when I'm happy, a sort of game
br/>That we had, a sort of barn with oxen
The same year I spent
The holiday season with a hat on my head hockey
Because I wanted to pretend to be Doug Harvey
December twenty-third, Merry Christmas, Mr. Side
Hello ass, let's meet I'll see, January 7
I have in my heart a New Year's day when my parents
Thinking they were doing the right thing, dressed me while receiving communion
At my grandmother's house It was my father
Who dressed up as Father Christmas to make people believe
That the gifts didn't all come from Dupuis Frères
br/>December twenty-third, Merry Christmas, Mr. Side
Hello, see you on January 7
It tempts me sometimes to go see her then talk to her
Fairy of the étoiles, I can you have another hockey?
I have lost lmien, beautiful without design
I exchanged it for a photo where we see nothing
A girl from behind who hides THE buttocks with THE hands
December twenty-third, Merry Christmas, Mr. Side
Hello ti-cul, see you on January 7

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