Softly did blow,
Round little Bethlehem
Long, long ago.
Whiter than snow;
Shepherds were watching them,
Long, long ago.
Angels bent low,
Singin their songs of joy,
Long, long ago.
Cradled we know,
Christ came to Bethlehem,
Long, long ago.
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Author: Unknown
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A holly wreath gay and a church bell that rings,
A tree all a-glitter, a candle's soft glow
And moonlight reflected on new-fallen snow;
A kitchen's aroma of sugar and spice,
Bright packages wrapped up so pretty and nice,
Red stockings o'erflowing with candy and toys
And hung by the fireplace for good girls and boys.
Sweet voices of carolers upon frosted air,
The jingle of sleigh bells across hill and vale,
Glad ring of the postman delivering the mail;
Good friends dropping in and the laughter so gay,
Store windows checked out in delightful display.
Dear Santa Claus chuckling his famed "Ho, ho, ho!"
And little tots whispering as Santa bends low.
A candlelit church and a choir that sings,
The being together with people we love,
Belief that the Christmas Star still shines above;
The caring and giving and goodwill towards men,
The Christ Child reborn in our hearts once again,
Contentment and peace and a faith strong within,
A spirit of love that makes all the world kin.
May your day be merry with much joy in store
And may the bright memories and glow ne'er depart...
The magic of Christmas live on in your heart!
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Author: Beverly J. Anderson
