The house on the hill looks down upon the lake
Sitting and thinking his family is late
Night after night they bundle inside
But a night like this, they wont be in sight
The house sits in wonder, all sad and gloomy
The heater wont be on tonight, to keep him warm and cozy
His family won't be stirring, getting snuggled in bed,
And Daddy wont be reading while the kids rest their heads.
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