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At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
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!
Let us keep Christmas beautiful Without a thought of greed, That it might live forevermore To fill our every need, read more
Let us keep Christmas beautiful Without a thought of greed, That it might live forevermore To fill our every need, That it shall not be just a day, But last a lifetime through, The miracle of Christmastime That brings God close to you
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.
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.
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted read more
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
"To-day the Prince of Peace is born."
As I sat on a sunny bank
On Christmas day in the morning
I spied three ships read more
As I sat on a sunny bank
On Christmas day in the morning
I spied three ships come sailing in.
How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd read more
How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys,
And Christmas shortens all our days:
Sometimes with oysters we combine,
Sometimes assist the savory chine;
From the low peasant to the lord,
The Turkey smokes on every board.
Christmas is the Disneyfication of Christianity
Christmas is the Disneyfication of Christianity