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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 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.
Let's dance and sing and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
Let's dance and sing and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
You can't get too much winter in the winter.
You can't get too much winter in the winter.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
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.
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.
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.
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.