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You would first pick me,
and bring me home and I could see the excitement. And the glow upon your face, as you begin to decorate me with many beautiful Christmas colors and wonderful blinking lights. You would invite your family and friends over and all of you would gather around me, and begin to sing all those wonderful Christmas songs. Then all my beauty begins to glow as I blink toward the mistletoe, warming every heart If I were a Christmas Tree.
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