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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. 
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.
 I heard the bells on Christmas Day
 Their old, familiar carols play,
  And wild and sweet
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 I heard the bells on Christmas Day
 Their old, familiar carols play,
  And wild and sweet
   The words repeat
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men! 
 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. 
 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! 
 Ring out ye crystal spheres!
 Once bless our human ears,
  If ye have power to touch our read more 
 Ring out ye crystal spheres!
 Once bless our human ears,
  If ye have power to touch our senses so;
   And let your silver chime
    Move in melodious time,
     And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow;
      And with your ninefold harmony
       Make up full consort to the angelic symphony. 
 The time draws near the birth of Christ:
 The moon is hid; the night is still;
  The read more 
 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. 
 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. 
 And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
 And keeping their Christmas holiday.  
 And the Baron's retainers were blithe and gay,
 And keeping their Christmas holiday.