Aye, it's the most beautiful time of the year, Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer, I should be playing in the winter snow, But Ima be under the mistletoe.
I don't wanna miss out on the holiday, But I can't stop staring at your face, I should be playing in the winter snow, But Ima be under the mistletoe.
With you, shawty with you, With you, shawty with you, With you, under the mistletoe, yeah.
Everyone's gathering around the fire, Chestnuts roasting like a hot July, I should be chillin' with my folks, I know, But Ima be under the mistletoe.
Word on the streets Santa's coming tonight, Reindeer flying thru the sky so high, I should be making a list, I know, But Ima be under the mistletoe.
With you, shawty with you, With you, shawty with you, With you, under the mistletoe, Yeaaa.
With you, shawty with you, With you, shawty with you, With you, under the mistletoe.
Hey love, the Wise Men followed a star, The way I followed my heart, And it led me to a miracle.
Aye love, don't you buy me nothing, 'Cause I am feeling one thing, Your lips on my lips, That's a Merry Merry Christmas.
It's the most beautiful time of the year, Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer, I should be playing in the winter snow, But Ima be under the mistletoe.
I don't wanna miss out on the holiday, But I can't stop staring at your face, I should be playing in the winter snow, But Ima be under the mistletoe.
With you, shawty with you, With you, shawty with you, With you, under the mistletoe.
With you, shawty with you, With you, shawty with you, With you, under the mistletoe, yeah.
Kiss me underneath the mistletoe, Show me baby that you love me so, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Kiss me underneath the mistletoe, Show me baby that you love me so, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it.I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.
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