I’m flying home to the midwest today. I’ve waited until now to listen to this song. Its so full of memories from childhood Christmas Eves with my family that it always brings a tear to my eye. Even knowing that John William’s specially engineered the swooping chords of this song to yank at our heart strings, I still can’t resist the line “living in my memory, all of the music, all of the magic, all of the family, home here with me.”
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