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What babe new born is this that in a manger cries?
Near on her lowly bed his happy mother read more
What babe new born is this that in a manger cries?
Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies.
Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly wings--
This is the Lord of all the earth, this is the King of Kings.
Christmas gift suggestions:To your enemy, forgiveness.To an opponent, tolerance.To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. read more
Christmas gift suggestions:To your enemy, forgiveness.To an opponent, tolerance.To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect.
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, read more
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.
High noon behind the tamarisks, the sun is hot above us--
As at home the Christmas Day is breaking read more
High noon behind the tamarisks, the sun is hot above us--
As at home the Christmas Day is breaking wan,
They will drink our healths at dinner, those who tell us how they
love us,
And forget us till another year be gone!
Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip.
Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip.
And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.
And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
And keeping their Christmas holiday.
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The read more
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
"Hark the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born king."
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
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"Hark the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born king."
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.!
For little children everywhere
A joyous season still we make;
We bring our precious gifts to them,
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For little children everywhere
A joyous season still we make;
We bring our precious gifts to them,
Even for the dear child Jesus' sake.