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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.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
But read more
At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
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.
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.
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.
Christmas is for children. But it is for grown-ups too. Even if
it is a headache, a chore, and read more
Christmas is for children. But it is for grown-ups too. Even if
it is a headache, a chore, and a nightmare, it is a period of
necessary defrosting of chilled hidebound hearts.
Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.
Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.
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.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of read more
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring,
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.