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Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.
Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.
Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the read more
Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the read more
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.
It was the calm and silent night!
Seven hundred years and fifty-three
Had Rome been growing up read more
It was the calm and silent night!
Seven hundred years and fifty-three
Had Rome been growing up to might
And now was queen of land and sea.
No sound was heard of clashing wars,
Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain;
Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars,
Held undisturbed their ancient reign,
In the solemn midnight,
Centuries ago.
As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas' so many happy
months will you have.
As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas' so many happy
months will you have.
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.
Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
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Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about
The Mahogany-Tree.
The sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and, all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the read more
The sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and, all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip.
Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip.
