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Christmas

And now the sacred

season comes;

pine boughs hang

heavy

with the snow.

Holly brightens

the winter scene

and mistletoe hints

at a more ancient

celebration.

Candles light the

frosty windows --

weary travelers

hurry home.

On this most holy

night

a babe was born

(witnessed by a

star) --

bearing the angel's

adoration.

Lo, the baby is

sleeping;

Alleluia, the angels

are singing.

Peace on earth,

peace on earth!

And now the sacred

season comes...

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