Spot the mistakes
I'm thinking of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to love
Where the treetops listen,
and children glisten
To hear sleigh bells in the fog
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas letter I write
May your days be very and bright
And may all your Christmases be a lie
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas line I write
May your days be merry and fine
And may all your Christmases be mine
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