As my child lies sleeping
Thoughts of Christmas in his head
Dreaming, softly smiling
Whilst tucked up in his bed.
It's not the Christmas presents
Lovingly wrapped under the tree
That make him smile, this Christmas Eve
It's the images that he sees.
An enchanted world of magic
That only a child can see
And the knowledge that he's safe and loved
As much as a child can be.
Dream softly sweetheart, you are mine
And I am yours to keep
I close my eyes and start to dream
I'll be with you while you sleep.
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