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Its Christmas time again
The season of renewal
Love, faith, charity
And all that is beautiful
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Remember the good old days we spent
Snowballs, your face, and the gifts.
Laughers, tid-bits
Those long hours waiting for Santa,
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Said Santa Claus
One winter’s night,
‘I really think it’s only right
That gifts should have a little say
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We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem;
The dumb kine from their fodder turning them,
Softened their horn'd faces,
To almost human gazes
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Pulled with violence
To break the silence
Choring, drawing
Mechanism priming
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Across the festive store I see her
A mother knelt beside her child
Both conjured by the Christmas frippery
Entranced by the promiscuous lights
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See how they fall
An infinity of heavenly aspirations
Come to convert the world
With a deep and even purity.
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There is one last present under the Christmas tree,
I wonder whose it is?
Is it for the little girl with the rocking horse,
Or is it for Grandma or Aunt Liz?
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
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Somehow, not only for Christmas,
But all the long year through,
The joy that you give to others,
Is the joy that comes back to you.
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"Joy to the World", the carollers sang out
as last minute shoppers scurried about
desperately seeking that one special gift
that would give Christmas morning a magical lift.
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"Is there a purpose? Why are we here?"
A little boy asked as the yuletide drew near.
"I really do hope that someday I will know
the reason we stand out here in the snow,
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