"There is still meaning in the magic of Christmas.
In the State where the Christmas trees grow.
Where neighbors still drop by with cookies, breads, and pies, and warm themselves by the kitchen stove!
It's the spirit of sharing, giving and caring, hanging wreaths upon the neighbor's door.
That's the spirit of Maine at Christmas time, from her mountains to her great Atlantic shore.
You can find a farmer hitching up his horses, to the sleigh the family's had for years, To give their children rides through the snow white countryside...
and the forest filled with timid white-tailed deer. It's the spirit of sharing, giving and caring, hanging wreaths upon the neighbor's door.
That's the spirit of Maine at Christmas time, from her mountains to her great Atlantic shore.
The family still invite their friends and neighbors, in their search for the perfect Christmas tree.
Walking 'cross frozen fields and rivers, oftentimes in snow above their knees!
It's the spirit of sharing, giving and caring, hanging wreaths upon the neighbor's door.
That's the spirit of Maine at Christmas time, from her mountains to her great Atlantic shore."
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