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Looking out the window of this Hollywood hotel,You'd never know that it was Christmas Eve.The billboards and the neon took the place of silver bells,And the temperature is 84 degrees.I can hear the traffic on the crowded strip belowAs the palm trees poke their heads above the sceneBut there's not a single reindeer and it hardly ever snows,And Santa drives a Rolls Royce limosine.But all along the Rockies you can feel it in the airFrom Telluride to Boulder down belowThe closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhereIs a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snowI remember Christmases when I was just a boyIn the morning I would run to see the tree.And the carolers on the hillside sang their songs of Christmas joyWell, I always thought they sang them just for me.Now the sun is setting in the California skyAnd I can't find the spirit anywhereSo I think it's time for me to tell Los Angeles goodbyeI'm going back home to look for Christmas thereBut all along the Rockies you can feel it in the airFrom Telluride to Boulder down belowThe closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhereIs a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snow From Letras Mania