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 Christmas is here:
 Winds whistle shrill,
  Icy and chill,
   Little care we:
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 Christmas is here:
 Winds whistle shrill,
  Icy and chill,
   Little care we:
    Little we fear
     Weather without,
      Sheltered about
       The Mahogany-Tree. 
Did you ever notice that life seems to follow certain patterns? Like I noticed that every year around this time, read more
Did you ever notice that life seems to follow certain patterns? Like I noticed that every year around this time, I hear Christmas music.
 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. 
 The time draws near the birth of Christ:
 The moon is hid; the night is still;
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 The time draws near the birth of Christ:
 The moon is hid; the night is still;
  The Christmas bells from hill to hill
   Answer each other in the mist. 
 No trumpet-blast profound
 The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born;
  No bloody streamlet stained
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 No trumpet-blast profound
 The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born;
  No bloody streamlet stained
   Earth's silver rivers on the sacred morn. 
Love came down at Christmas; love all lovely, love divine; love was born at Christmas, stars and angels gave the read more
Love came down at Christmas; love all lovely, love divine; love was born at Christmas, stars and angels gave the sign.
 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. 
 '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. 
 At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
 Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
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 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.