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 Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace;
 East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease;
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 Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace;
 East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease;
  Sing the song of great joy that the angels began,
   Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man! 
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world!
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world!
 'Twas the night before Christman, when all through the house
 Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse:
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 'Twas the night before Christman, when all through the house
 Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse:
  The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
   In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. 
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.
It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a Child read more
It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a Child himself.
You can't get too much winter in the winter.
You can't get too much winter in the winter.
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.
Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, read more
Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.