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 "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." 
Somehow, not only for Christmas but all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the read more
Somehow, not only for Christmas but all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to you glad.
 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! 
I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men read more
I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men and women seem to open their hearts freely, and so I say, God bless Christmas!
From Home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to another. The warmth and joy of Christmas, brings read more
From Home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to another. The warmth and joy of Christmas, brings us closer to each other.
 Shepherds at the grange,
 Where the Babe was born,
  Sang with many a change,
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 Shepherds at the grange,
 Where the Babe was born,
  Sang with many a change,
   Christmas carols until morn. 
He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.
He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a 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. 
 Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
 Who weareth in his diadem
  The yellow crocus for the gem
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 Hail to the King of Bethlehem,
 Who weareth in his diadem
  The yellow crocus for the gem
   Of his authority!