As We Wait For Christmas
When winter winds begin to blow
And all the leaves on trees are gone
A sure sign that there will be snow
When days grow short, the air is cold
As you go out with hat and gloves
The wonder of the scene, behold…
A season filled with hope and love.
And as the temp falls far below
You long for a hot cup of rum
To warm the body, with nose aglow
You listen to a tale of old
Peace on the wings of a white dove
A symbol of the story told…
A child was born from God above.
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