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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.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.
There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.
"Hark the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born king."
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
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"Hark the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born king."
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.!
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.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
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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.
As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas' so many happy
months will you have.
As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas' so many happy
months will you have.
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!
Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.
Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.
